Thirty3 – Spin

Thirty3 – Spin Lyrics

Artist: Thirty3
Song: Spin

[I think we got a hit
Yeah [ahh, ahh
[East Wave
[Hey Meldawg I think we got a hit

Yeah, I think we got a hit
Youngin’ call my phone he said he spinning
Mmm, yeah
[We ain’t stopping at no red light

Yeah
Spin the block [Spin the block], think someone got hit [Hit, hit
Spin around again, make sure he ain’t miss [Ahh, mmm
[Yeah, ah

Hit my line [Hit my line], she want hit [She want hit
Hit it one more time, then a n#gg# dip [Ahh, mmm
n#gg#s talkin’ down on my name [On my
These n#gg#s ain’t really feel my pain [Feel my

Young n#gg# growing up on the Jane [On the
I don’t even know what to say [I don’t even, huh
Dee’Que he the man, he seal your b#tch [Steal your, huh
Ricky in the cut, he let it rip [Let it, huh

Always keep a gun up on your hip [On your, huh
He don’t care if you a blood, or you a crip [You a, huh
It’s all about the money, f#ck you pay me
He was 19 years old when he went crazy

It’s f#cked up, 16 little girls they havin’ babies, crazy
We doin’ this sh#t daily
Runnin’ up at cheque, go get that bag [Yeah
If he won’t smoke, put him in pack [Yeah

Smokin’ on this wood, I got that gas [Yeah
Pass that, pass that [Grtt]
Spin the block [Spin the block], think someone got hit [Hit, hit
Spin around again, make sure he ain’t miss [Ahh, mmm

[Yeah, ah
Hit my line [Hit my line], she want hit [She want hit
Hit it one more time, then a n#gg# dip [Ahh, mmm
I-I, I think we got a hit

Broski call my phone, he told me “ouu’s a hit”
But, the cities fakin’, these n#gg#s hatin’
You gotta keep droppin’ music ‘cause the fans are waiting [Ahh
They just like fiends, they just want more

You gotta keep applying pressure ‘cause you at the door [Yeah, yeah
She hit my line, ‘cause she adore [Yeah, yeah
I’m just a Christian n#gg# in Dior [Yeah
If you a guy, then stay inside

‘Cause the real hitters come out when it turns to night [Ahh
Look in his eye, ain’t scared to die [Yeah, yeah
And we ain’t stoppin’ at no red light [Yeah, yeah]
Runnin’ up at cheque, go get that bag [Yeah

If he won’t smoke, put him in pack [Yeah
Smokin’ on this wood, I got that gas [Yeah
Pass that, pass that [Grtt]
Spin the block [Spin the block], think someone got hit [Hit, hit

Spin around again, make sure he ain’t miss [Ahh, mmm
[Yeah, ah
Hit my line [Hit my line], she want hit [She want hit
Hit it one more time, then a n#gg# dip [Ahh, mmm
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Release Year: 1991