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Spice 1

"East Coast, West Coast"

Spice 1
Geah mane it's Speice 1 kickin' that gangsta (Blaw) original rude boy from the ole school mane, come wicked
Like dis foo, ha ha yeah, clip and a trigger method, straight from, straight out the east bay, west coast foo

Hello you've reached the muthaf*ckin' S-P-I-C-E
Me the ruthless n*gga from the crazy streets of Cali G
Gots to come wicked, turn this muthaf*ckin track
So n*ggas dip yo Vogues from the front to the back
And just slide, down the block and hit yo' corna on three wheels
Spark up some of that kill, that chronic, that real
Indo green sh*t straight from Humboldt county
Ounce of chronic up in my pocket swisher sweets all around me
LA n*ggas dipped in Vogues, east bay n*ggas roll stangs
Bet your old school still ain't sh*t if you ain't sittin on them thangs, fo' 15's in the air shaking all yo' sh*t going boom boom, boom, boom boom, yeah, So don't get the 114
Get it all twisted and tangled as if you didn't know
We got the bump for that ass. we got the rump for that ass
And in the trunk we got the muthaf*ckin funk for that ass


Chorus: It ain't no party, like a west coast party cuz a east coast party ain't sh*t
It ain't no party, like a east coast party cuz a west coast party ain't sh*t

(2X)


Simplē E : Aye yo', what it be like out there, this is your girl Simplē E, and this is your lucky moment, I'm straight up and down representing the East, the place where rhyming ain't nothing but errythang, all day, everyday, Jerseys definitely the spot

Abracadabra, dude don't know sh*t
I'm running through your nose with my incense
Psychedelic power, now I got to let ya know
Drink all you want, we can get some mo'
In the back of my rover, so let's ride
Ride to the corna, really wanna do some sh*t
Got your man all sprung on the Simple sh*t
Look at me, Dimple E, that ain't me
My freakin' name's Simplē
And ya can't test, I rhyme with the best of the business
So jock this verbal tennis
I got Spice on the 1 puttin' hoes in check
(ohh) Gives love but I'm givin it back
To the east the place called home where I roam
And get the funk for ya dome
But look-a-here, buddy boy, you can't toy with the east
Cuz the east got beats
The east got bump, the east got lyrics and sh*t
To make the whole world spin
Tell a friend
Let the E sh*t rip


Chorus: It ain't no party, like a west coast party cuz a east coast party ain't sh*t
It ain't no party, like a east coast party cuz a west coast party ain't sh*t

(2X)



Spice 1:

n*ggas don't wanna see me get funky like Bootsy, baby
I loccs up and get to breakin em off, takin they sh*t and talkin crazy
See, Cali n*ggas, we don't f*ck around
Some roll with top down
Some roll with straight muthaf*ckin frowns
Seven-deuce glasshouse, four nappy-headed n*ggas
I'm in the backseat rollin blunts and drinkin liquor
I tell my dogs smobb the f*ck out, it's time to go
And hit the corna store
So we can drink some mo'
Hennessy makes me feel fine
187 up in the house packin a fat nine
Can't be caught without my sh*t, n*gga please
Muthaf*ckas know me and they know I'm stackin g's


sh*t, haha, Yeah, muthaf*ckas straight get gatted up if you ain't got your sh*t, haha, that's how it's jumpin off on the West Coast, haha


Chorus: It ain't no party, like a west coast party cuz a east coast party ain't sh*t
It ain't no party, like a east coast party cuz a west coast party ain't sh*t

(2X)


Simplē E:

Ain't nothin changed but the days, to blaze ain't enough
I got my counterpart thinking he tough
I do it smooth-like, I do it just like it outta be done
So kitty come, kitty come
Get a load of E's sh*t
I got the bump and sh*t
To make a muthaf*cka sit and recite my sh*t
So n*gga, woah, b*tch boy, back back
Don't make me act a fool and abstract
Subtract, eliminate ya face from your body
I like to party drinkin Bacardi
Breezers, young skeezers can't get with it
My style so foul toxic waste couldn't rid it
I'm rockin shades
And I'm sportin my braids
For the east, post north how we do it
We do it, we done it and run it, look at me
Spice 1 and the Simplē E
We got you silly suckers stuck on stupid
So move it
We be the bomb baby
We be the funk to freak
So see, ain't no party, like a east coast party cuz a west coast party ain't sh*t


Chorus: It ain't no party, like a west coast party cuz a east coast party ain't sh*t
It ain't no party, like a east coast party cuz a west coast party ain't sh*t

(4X)

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