Spice 1 – Body Y’all

Spice 1 – Body Y’all Lyrics

Artist: Spice 1
Song: Body Y’all

Yeah, yeah, n#gg# this is Cali. (Hahahaha, blaow), n#gg#, this is Cali, the f#ck you thought this was, n#gg#, this is Cali, what?
Y’all gon’ make me body y’all
Body all o’ y’all, like para-pop-pop-pop
Body y’all, body y’all

Y’all gon’ make me body-ody all o’ y’all
Like para-pop-pop-pop
n#gg#, this is Cali
I’ll be the first n#gg# to say I’m from the Bay

With MC Eiht in Murda Show, I had an A and the K
Now I can roll up in the Roverie Joyce in a Rolls Royce
Pull up on your b#tch in a luxury car, my choice
It’s Westside, not yo’ average G’s

n#gg#s bite the bullet in indo with chest cavities
Rules and regulations, watch us regulate Cali
From the mothaf#ckin’ projects back down to the Valley
You can’t come out here with no reprеsentation

Or get yo’ #ss caught up slippin’ at the gas station, n#gg#
Gеt knocked the f#ck out
And it’s both our car, I’m just takin’ it to my house
Hella D-rose and triple O, double OG’s

Tryna get the California cheese
Put your mothaf#ckin’ back out, strap on the side
Open up your chest ’bout this f#ckin’ wide
n#gg#s trip on colors and everybody know it

Gang task force on the scene, cocked and loaded
Bring your hoe if you want, put the b#tch on the track
And if she fall off she ain’t never come back, this is Cali
Chorus

Yes yes y’all, yes yes y’all
I put his cherry pop on the wall y’all
You ain’t never had a friend like me when the homies call
I’m still AmeriKKKa’s Nightmare Dy-Dyin’ 2 Ball

Jealous n#gg#s still got me rollin’ with the strap on the side
Bring my n#gg# Draco along fulla ridas
About the power and money, the riders and b#tches
I got the thug disease and there ain’t no cure for the sickness

And now I’m try-trying to get-a-get money like Mansa Musa
Don’t f#ck with my gelato, my cream, n#gg#, my Gooda
Birds fly high thirty-thousand feet to be exact
Tracin’ the package making sure I got the right address

And when it land I’mma scream “touchdown” like NFL
‘Cause I’m fresh out the belly of the beast and been through hell, n#gg#
Street general, wit’ a few lieutenants
Had 15 n#gg#s at yo’ house in 20 minutes, what

It’s MOB though
Shoot me in the chest and I bleed weed smoke
Mob style, pull like Sammy the Bull
Send a bird to the trap, use a b#tch for the mule

This is Cali
Chorus
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Release Year: 1994