Three Strikes — текст песни (Spice 1)

(Chorus: Spice 1)
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?

(Spice 1)
Twenty five with an L, three strikes and you can`t post bail
How many niggas is you gonna catch without a strap
and at least an ounce of yayo
I know some niggas that wanna smoke me G
But I ain`t just rollin` up and catchin` no slugs
so these niggas can have their glory
Gotta bust back fast, do the dirt ski-mask, AR-15s` split that ass
Fuck the po-po, I`m the nigga with a gat that`s quick to blast
I`m takin` a case, cause case is a nigga when I take my life
Spendin` money on straps - but an A.K. is pretty nice
Gotta watch my back, when it comes to my life it ain`t no price
Sippin` on this yak, peepin` out some niggas shootin` dice
Niggas roll by, niggas pull straps
Niggas peel caps and niggas get slugs in they fuckin` back
I`d rather be takin` a strike, me get my ass struck
Niggas load back and put one in your fuckin` gut
Motherfuck Ken Gillson and that three strike shit
I`m rollin` with hollow tip hot ones and about three extra clips nigga

(Chorus: Spice 1)
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin` strikes and you can`t post bail
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?

(Spice 1)
5-0 fuckin` off my high, pullin` up under they glocks
Talkin` `bout here`s is his block, tellin` me I can`t serve no notch
Yola, Coca-Cola, hustlin` for my fetty
kickin` them candy for them fiends blockin` it up and then you`re ready player
But keep your eyes peeled, don`t swing at least of all
they give your ass a strike, have you lookin` at cell walls
Niggas who slangin` them birds better watch out for your third
The judge`ll trick a nigga and throw a fuckin` curve
That`s when your ass is through, it ain`t shit that you can do
Leavin` your ass stuck, out in your fifty two
Sayin` it ain`t no sunshine when you`re stuck in a five by seven
Twenty five years with a nigga that you don`t know
better rap with some two-eleven shit
They got you sharp in the shanks put `em in a hole and take
That niggas` crazy psychiatrists say his mind go blank
But youse just trippin` up off the nigga that you left dead
Thinkin` they wasn`t wet them motherfuckin` slugs to the head
Damn - but see you in here now
should have got up on them po-po`s, should have got off some rounds
Huh, should have got up on them po-po`s, it goes

(Chorus: Spice 1)
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?

(Spice 1)
What part of the game is this?
I wonder who thought it for the shit that they leave to crow
Livin` it up in the city it ain`t no motherfuckin` joke
Yo niggas smokin`, some niggas they start to hop and get to flashin`
Creepin` on niggas and shit, make a nigga have to get to blastin`
See Mr. Officer I`m just tryin` to survive
Gotta keep my strap on my side or like a tick for my life
When they come to get me, shoot up my body and leave me numb
with a boss nine millimeter at these niggas, and let `em know where a G is comin` from
So don`t try to put me in your concentration camp
Cause on my third strike a nigga like me just gon` straight up vamp
Three strike these motherfuckin` nuts, I ain`t givin` a fuck
And you ain`t takin` me out alive so you better be quick to duck
Fuck the system it`s made for lockin` us niggas down
In the year 2010, take it out, now look around
See how many niggas is up in Tracy, Pelican Bay
chillin` in San Quentin, no rock, or chino where them killers and all the G`s lay

(Chorus: Spice 1)
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is that?



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