Spice 1

Spice 1 - Check Ya Self lyrics

(feat. Celly Cel, 187-Fac, Ant Banks & Gangsta P)

Now come and beat the realness

Fuckin' these funky hoes will make you feel this

Drippin' sensation stickin' your ace in the wrong place

And you'll be ass out dickless, passin' out when you get this

AIDS shit in your grave, ditch will be dug with a quickness

So this is the phase of the days when I grew up

Reminiscin' and trippin' off all them hoes I done fucked

But it's all good and plenty

I hust can't count how many trampy hoes I done did it to

Licked it, did it, split it too

But shit is cool makin' the thrilla of Manilla

Scoop up the scrilla boy that cuchi be a killa

You can feel a order up with a nut and then bounce

And have that ass comin' up shorter than a fuckin' quarter ounce...

[Gangsta P]

Let's get toe down off some X-O, puffin' on the cripto

Bent corner eyers up on her, super band low down dirty shame

No need to know your age, bitch, what's your name?

Said her name was Tammy, lived with her granny

All I'm thinkin' about is gettin' in her panties

Got the digits, called her later on that night

At a two dome sex, flossin' big elex

Cocked the roof back, bitch, blaze the sack

Reached the destination, no hesitation

Out of my clothes in the guts about to nut

No protection, after two hours hopped out the shower

Dressed in Eddie Bauer, livin' like a true playas should

Six years later: test positive cause the hoe was no good...

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with

me...

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with

me...

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...

[Celly Cel]

A-I-D crooked letter

Mothafuckas better strap up when they come together

It's a top notch so you ain't thinkin'

Got your battlefields sinkin', caught late night full of weed, drinkin'

Got ya creepin' in the unknown

Steered you wrong even if you get your head blown

Fool, you still gone, switch up your tactics: fuck with prophalactics

It ain't about that raw dickin' her and nuttin' on the mattress

You didn't know these hoes will put the tags on your toes

Don't knows crossin' up the game because she chose

Listen to your homie Celly, nigga, before you hit the telly, nigga

Have a box of rubbers ready, nigga...

[Almon D of 187-Fac]

I can't lie, this whole AIDS situation got my brain drownin' in

illusions

Settin' niggas up for the conclusions

I ain't sayin' that I'm gonna live forever

Gotsta fuck new, get sometime in the future

Don't got no babies, what about the day when you get married

I hope I'm layin' in bed with a virgin with a meal that's urgent

She heard that I was livin' my lifestyle lavishly

Flashbacks of fuckin' her cousin in the alley

Smokin' on the twamp sack that she bought the jimmy hats

Three O'clock in the morning, sideways I was cuttin' the Pontiac

strapped...

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with

me...

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with

me...

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...

[Den-Fenn of 187-Fac]

Well, here's a serious situation that we facin'

It starts off by doin' the nasty without patience

Forgettin' about the condom

Usin' and abusin' the drugs and methinfedamies

She wanted to suck my dick head so bad she was beggin' me

So I stepped to this straight bitch named Sally, Sally

Threw my slugs at a scallywag at a club in the valley

Leather trench, all hair down to her shoulders and back

Some Guess jeans all deep down and her pussy read fat

To be exact one of my niggas pulled my coat tail

And told me that the bitch was hectic: A-I to the D-S infected...

[G-Nut of 187-Fac]

Mothafuckas be runnin' up in this bitch without no prophalactics

Filthy tactics, may as well pull the strap to your head and blast it

Suicidal decisions, livin' your life on the edge slippin'

With one foot off in the grave and the other one on a banana peelin'

But I ain't trippin', red ribbons in my chest

No chemotherapy treatments needed

Cause I'm a make it strecth to my

Stapped all over my dick and when I digs I blow they mind back

And then I grab my shit

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with

me...

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with

me...

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...

[Spice 1]

Some of you niggas can't even say condoms

Some niggas be talkin' about conderves or condos

Straight raw dickin' hoes

You don't know that hoe, man, that bitch can't be trusted

Better be strapped with about four condoms

If you plan to keep your life, soldier

You're gonna be feelin' kinda fucked up and faulty

When you rappin' up on that stage and your dick fall off into the

audience

Silent but deadly way of murder, it's mighty sick

Gotta have a bullet proof vest for your dick

Seventeen with the fat hydraulics

See, us west coast niggas is the most psychotic

Hittin' switches in my old school with four, fuck three pumps

My homie said that bitch had more pizzazz with "P" funk

I'm peepin' in the bitch out at the hoe spot

Tryin' to throw that virus to my homie

Betta watch these bitches cause they're fake and phony...

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with

me...

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...

If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with

me...

If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck...

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