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Correct Spiceberg Slim Lyrics
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Send* corrections to the typist (Chorus Spice: 1) All black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta? limpin' Spiceberg? Slim (Spice 1) Keepin' you like Hefner but, still John like Gotti (Gotti) Dime pieces like platinum all over my body P-a-pop my collar pull, a bleezy up out my rim Who's that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Zodiac sign playboy, bunny Money hungry full, of power and cream Real n s****ridin' fo' me and wit' me They wan' get me I, dump till it's empty Don't tempt me I'm, flash like Martin went off the Remy Like the "Sixth Sense" I talk to dead O G. 's. Walkin' around with the ball timers thug disease Ain't no cure for this (cure for this) And if it is I don't want it (want it) I'm poppin' pimp pills still, stabbin' for sayin' blunted Baby relax your mind let your conscience flee Rub your titties to the sound of S-P-I-C-E I'll be pervin' swervin', runnin', all up on the curb Who the tip of the spiceberg Spiceberg? Slim (Chorus Spice: 1) All black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta? limpin' Spiceberg? Slim (Spice 1) You ain't a thug youse, a phone you, been stressin' the bum You the monkey in this mot in'*****game and I'm King Kong You think it's fu n'***I'm, the s titI'ma, gangsta and youse a b h***I pack extra clips you, pack extra lipstick I'ma killer youse, a couch with generic I'm high powered You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower I'ma thug you get mugged I'ma, pound you one blood I'm fifty calibur n anusyou, just a twenty-two slug I'm paddin' you hardwood, I'm, hummer you hondi I'ma soldier and you just a civilian scared to die On the fuel you take it I, was real you faked it I keep my heat in the drama while you be a -hole**naked I'm a big face hundred you, just a one dollar bill You stack half a G while I stack half a mill I'm the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda) It's Spiceberg Slim n anusroll, if you're throwed over (Chorus Spice: 1) All black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta? limpin' Spiceberg? Slim (Spice 1) n anusyou ain't gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light m r**********I'm like a chrome twenty-three you, just a little tin-tin You one shot in a glass and I'm a whole fifth of hen I'm a shark with a rim you, just a tadpole in a pond You emcee such and such I'm, Bossalini the Don n anusRecognize Spice 1 when you see 'em You don't own a strap I, break down and grease 'em I'm round as a gun bare you, square as a pool table And twice as green as the chronic I inhale ( coughing*)*I'll put one in your dome while you're missin' multiple shots I'm presidential Lex you, just a mot in'*****swatch Mickey Mouse watch a n** anusWell I'm a mot in'*****pull-a-glock fast n anusSmash n s****I'm gangsta like Stacey Adams you, soft like Hush Puppy Spiceberg Slim m r**********s, titcan get ugly (Chorus Spice: 1) All black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta? limpin' Spiceberg? Slim All black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta? limpin' Spiceberg? Slim
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