Spice 1

[Chorus: Spice 1]
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Whos that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Whos 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
Whos that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Zodiac sign, playboy bunny
Money hungry, full of power and cream
Real niggas ridin fo me and wit me
They wan get me, I dump till its empty
Dont tempt me, Im 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
Aint no cure for this (cure for this)
And if it is I dont want it (want it)
Im 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
Ill 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
Whos that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Whos that trippin? Hustla pimpin?
Gangsta limpin? Spiceberg Slim
[Spice 1]
You aint a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin the bum
You the monkey in this motherfuckin game and Im King Kong
You think its fuckin, Im the shit, Ima gangsta and youse a bitch
I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick
Ima killer, youse a couch with generic Im high powered
You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower
Ima thug you get mugged, Ima pound you one blood
Im fifty calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two slug
Im paddin you, hardwood, Im hummer you hondi
Ima 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 ass-hole naked
Im a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill
You stack half a G while I stack half a mill
Im the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin soda (soda)
Its Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if youre throwed over
[Chorus: Spice 1]
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Whos that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Whos that trippin? Hustla pimpin?
Gangsta limpin? Spiceberg Slim
[Spice 1]
Nigga you aint gon squash grapes in a fruit fight
While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light
Motherfucker Im like a chrome twenty-three, you just a little tin-tin
You one shot in a glass and Im a whole fifth of hen
Im a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond
You emcee such and such, Im Bossalini the Don nigga
Recognize Spice 1 when you see em
You dont own a strap, I break down and grease em
Im round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table
And twice as green as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*)
Ill put one in your dome while youre missin multiple shots
Im presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin swatch
Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga
Well Im a motherfuckin pull-a-glock fast nigga
Smash niggas Im gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy
Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly
[Chorus: Spice 1]
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Whos that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Whos that trippin? Hustla pimpin?
Gangsta limpin? Spiceberg Slim
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Whos that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Whos that trippin? Hustla pimpin?
Gangsta limpin? Spiceberg Slim
[ Spiceberg Slim Lyrics ]