(Chorus: Spice 1)
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Who`s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who`s 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
Who`s 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 it`s empty
Don`t tempt me, I`m 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
Ain`t no cure for this (cure for this)
And if it is I don`t want it (want it)
I`m 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
I`ll 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
Who`s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who`s that trippin`? Hustla pimpin`?
Gangsta limpin`? Spiceberg Slim
(Spice 1)
You ain`t a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin` the bum
You the monkey in this motherfuckin` game and I`m King Kong
You think it`s fuckin`, I`m the shit, I`ma gangsta and youse a bitch
I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick
I`ma killer, youse a couch with generic I`m high powered
You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower
I`ma thug you get mugged, I`ma pound you one blood
I`m fifty calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two slug
I`m paddin` you, hardwood, I`m hummer you hondi
I`ma 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
I`m a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill
You stack half a G while I stack half a mill
I`m the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin` soda (soda)
It`s Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you`re throwed over
(Chorus: Spice 1)
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Who`s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who`s that trippin`? Hustla pimpin`?
Gangsta limpin`? Spiceberg Slim
(Spice 1)
Nigga you ain`t gon` squash grapes in a fruit fight
While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light
Motherfucker I`m like a chrome twenty-three, you just a little tin-tin
You one shot in a glass and I`m a whole fifth of hen
I`m a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond
You emcee such and such, I`m Bossalini the Don nigga
Recognize Spice 1 when you see `em
You don`t own a strap, I break down and grease `em
I`m round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table
And twice as green as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*)
I`ll put one in your dome while you`re missin` multiple shots
I`m presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin` swatch
Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga
Well I`m a motherfuckin` pull-a-glock fast nigga
Smash niggas I`m 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
Who`s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who`s that trippin`? Hustla pimpin`?
Gangsta limpin`? Spiceberg Slim
All black man, twenty-three inch rim
Who`s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim
Who`s that trippin`? Hustla pimpin`?
Gangsta limpin`? Spiceberg Slim
