Spice 1] You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up)
shit Kevin Durant You n-ggers beneath me Now go get fucking stomped son No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson If they make me go in I'm a
U.S. government and tell em it's a motherfuckin code red Niggas try to straight up jack me now they both dead Third lil nigga got away on his moped Caught
see? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead. "A thought
up dee Turn the kick up I'm ready to rip the shit up G They got me hype hype hyper, am I hype enough? Pass the blunt motherfucker let me light shit up
they motherfucking drugs to me, hey What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie Throw the pussy to me but before they never
shit left, right. Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick. Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit. Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio. Do you hear me
turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka, that boy Eightball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me? It's E-feeze.
: [Chorus 1] You know who you fucking with? W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wicked clowns [x2] [Chorus 2] Wicked clowns [x4] Don't fuck with me Wicked clowns [x8] Don
Ever Ever Smoking Crack Never Ever Ever Fucking Wack I Eat The Fuckin' Pineapple Now & Laters Listen To Me Now, Don't Listen To Me Later Fuck It 'Cause I Know I Didn't Make It Fuckin
Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt Liqour sipper picture me
shut situation Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me Because the shit that I be sayin' ain
trying, You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead." The real
where lava is spit You couldn't burn me, if you damned me to Hell, where Satan sit The only way that you can burn me is wit ya bitch, nigga You can pray
'm workin', jerkin' hot, ya nigga smirkin' Jack the ass up an' down 'til my back wheels is chirpin' You need to be with me, bitch, you too fuckin' Bombay
from the stub for offendin me Nuthin but the gangsta in me Chorus: Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3x) Spice 1 come down Verse two: spice 1 I am
