Letras:
Spice 1 It S Nothin

the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 3:] Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a motherfuckin code red

make my ends, Then it's time to take it home Got some hoochies on my pager It's major, Let me play her like a game of fuckin sega It's time to wake up

. Mixx be cuttin' Rockin' on 'till the break of dawn We gettin' cold money; this time IT'S ON! (Rock on ................. break it down now!) Verse 1

niggas shit like a bitch Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl Bitin

Big, blonde and beautiful It's time to face the fact It's irrefutable Can't ya hear that rumbling? That's our hunger to be free It's time to fin

be loving it I be I be loving it and uh I be using it I be I be using it and uh I be rubbing it I be I be rubbing it on my lips My lips my lip gloss

niggas shit like a bitch Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl Bitin

tupac before that went to jail And it's sad to see this happen Stars like michael jackson on trial now what's really happenin' And ? ? ? must be a joke Anita hille, clarence thomas now what's

the driver side, spray her with my supersoaker Look at how hot it be, no animosity, that's how it's got to be Just fun and games And it's cool for kids