Lyrics:
Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the method muthafucka
With the guns blazing?
You trail, my god, its amazing.
Where your punk at?
[Intro: Polite (P.C.)]
{*whispering*}
Eh yo.. eh yo.
{*speaking normally*}
Ice Water (yeah yeah)
Don't get it twisted
We'll shoot yo' ass,
Yo (R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
Good morning (morning) (R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
Yeah (R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
Respect, respect yourself
Let's go
(Gray)
1989 내가 태어난 연도
투자를
S.P.A.C.E
S.P.A.C.E
S.P.A.C.E
S.P.A.C.E
I can't stay the same
I need to change my ways
Gotta rewire my brain
Forget all of this pain
I wanna go
the sun sets
Let me glitzier like stars shine bright
In a clear blue midnight
N'till then
Its all eyes on me like the t u p a c c d
Its all eyes on me
Hoe?
Hoe?
Hoe?
Hoe?
Hoe?
Van gaten in me Vans naar een dikke chain om mij heen (Hoe?)
Geen computer maar we spenden nu in de P.C. (Hoe?)
Van gaten in
ROSSO TULIPcNO
SCcTTcNTE E RcPIDO COME UN CcIMcNO
VERDE il MUGHETTO
PER VEDERLI IN CcMPO, ScI, PcGHI IL BIGLIETTO
è IL NOSTRO
P c L I O
P c L I O
P c L
around
His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch
C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P.
BLACK saucers at the back
there
'Cause I ain't ya hoe
Don't play me like no hoe
Yo, I ain't no hoe
I got your hoe
Yeah
You got to gimme gimme R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I got to get
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T)
When I get home
(Respect, just a little bit, just a little bit)
Yeah, yeah
You can do me wrong while I'm gone
You can do me wrong if you
is complicated.
Stupid People in Charge Everywhere.
S.P.I.C.E.
Spice. Spice.
Spice. Spice. It isn't nice. Spice. Spice. It's not nice.
Lost in
Respect the King
So you know you gone win
Shawn Carter
The King of New York
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
We flexing heavy on our way to the top
We getting money
Yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah
Aruba, Aruba (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aruba Aruba, Aruba
C.P Be Coming
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Aruba, Aruba (ONGOD)
Aruba, Aruba, Aruba
C.P
[Intro: P.C.]
Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic
Holla at me.. yo! Yo!
Ice Water! Yo.. yo.
[P.C.]
Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in
tell me shit that I know
Try to hang around
Go catch a train
P.C.P.T. cost's a buck
Shit, shit, shit
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Don't tell me shit that I
His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch
C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P.
BLACK saucers at the back
sei di C.D.P
(Non sei di C.D.P.)
Esco con la cinta
Ma non serve mica per reggere i jeans
(No per reggere i jeans)
Ho un big dream
Portare in alto C.D.P
P-nah p-nah p-nah, p-nah
P-nah p-nah p-nah, p-nah
P-nah p-nah p-nah, p-nah
Peanut butter (go, c'mon)
P-nah p-nah p-nah, p-nah
P-nah p-nah p-nah,
Tak Rap Lokal 4
P do C do E
To to to
To pabiancki styl czyli rapu liga pierwsza
Szersza publika bo nawijamy z serca
Beat morderca gotowy na wersach
torkeln durch die Therapie
Ich geh jeden Sonntag Brötchen hol'n im SUV (SUV)
Ja, wir alle wollen nach Washington P.C., P.C. (ruar, puh-puh-puh)
Bio de
C-A-P-O, no
C-A-P-O
Capo, questa è la mia vita fatta di violenza
Foto, io che ce l'ho in mano e il resto in dissolvenza
Chi dice che sono un
in I.C.U.
Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.
Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C.
D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C.
See-74 switched 'em over to P.C
'Cause I'm P-S-Y-C-H-O-T-I-C
Four, five, six, you have no idea what's coming after this
(Hey, hey, hey)
Crimson blood is tattooed on my hands
Better
3T
Ygen
Yah
V.O.C.P.T
Whoopti whoop nigga whaaat
V.O.C.P.T
The voice of the Cape listen up
V.O.C.P.T
From the home of the g’s and the thugs
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