Dirty Bay

Lyrics

Artist: Spice-1 Album: 1990-Sick Song: Dirty Bay Verse One: Spice-1 Born to die but hard to kill, a buh-buh-ballin ass timer Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin Una-Bomber Your arms still bleedin fifty feet from your body Your 40 ounce threw way back to the other side of the party You was fuckin with a killa, your partnas tried to tell you But you didn't listen, now your whole chest missin in action Cause I'm kidnappin motherfucker's souls Leavin holes in they bodies when they go I pops out the motherfuckin Chevy 350 ragtop Still bustin down the fuckin block, the killin don't stop We regulate the co-kayana in a hoggish manna It's like you fuckin with the man-a, Tony Montana We sent some killas, to murda all the ones you love Chainsaw your motherfuckin ass up in the bathtub Another murda, another fucked up day Some more drama, fucked in the Dirty Bay Chorus: Spice-1 Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yay' I might have to use my AK Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yay' I think I'll have to use that AK Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yay' I might have to use my AK Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yay' I think I'll have to use that AK Verse Two: Spice-1 I'm gaffling for these keys, if they ain't handing me what they got (break yoself nigga) I'm giving these motherfuckers autopsies on the spot Waitin another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggas And when they roll up and get out they ride I'mma get out, you stay inside And if you happen to see some killin nigga don't go into shock Betta hop out with two chops tied together with your dirty socks Cause livin up in the bay your wig gone have a split up in it And your memory and corpse with shit up in it Niggas seein signs of overkill, yeah you did But niggas still kicked him in his motherfuckin head Did a couple of donuts busted my choppa in the air Niggas ain't ready to face this motherfuckin nightmare Sellin keys and a half, some niggas filled with slugs And all the bodies drug, all the motherfuckin ditches dug I bury Paul, cuz I'm the pallbearer Get your dome clapped in the dirty bay area Chorus Verse Three: Spice-1 I'm sick up in this game I take no motherfuckin shorts, of course, I'm cappin Leavin niggas body parts collapsin From the tech cuz I collect another killin When I ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin Bumpin up old school EPMD shit get off my bozack Sippin on that Hennesey me and my G is to' back See we don't be stressin off drama until the funk jump But we'll bring it to you and murda if you want some Rollin up in caddies and dumpin out tinted windows Put so much lead up in niggas, use em for pencils See can't be flossin this shit to make yourself look harder It's like, throwin some bloody meat up in the water Nigga, then you will never have yourself a nice day Cause these shark ass niggas'll gobble your ass up in the Dirty Bay Chorus: repeat 3X