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187 Proof (2 Thougin')

Artist:Spice 1  Album:Immortalized 

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[Intro: Spice 1] (Drink something, smoke something) [repeated in background] Ay Spi, ay, ay nigga, what happened to that um That old, old, that old school shit you used to kick? (What old school shit?) You know that old school shit nigga that er... That 187 Proof shit nigga, come over here and spit some of that shit (Aight, aight hold on, aight, hold on) [Spice 1] Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone Now you can tell that the East Bay was his home More mail than the rest of the pushers Cause he's got a Tech-Nine in the bushes And that's how the shit was handled, first name Jack, last name Daniels Had two boys named E and J, E had the Nine and J the AK Clocked on a street called Henessey Robbers with a motherfucker named O.E. E had a bitch and her name was Gin Who had a nigga named Juice doin' time in the pen You couldn't tell that Gin was a bitch though Cause she was fuckin' some nigga named Cisco E and J knew tonight they'd come With two fat niggas named Bacardi and Rum The cap jacks hoe and the sight was scary The bitch was all bloody and her name was Mary Officer Martini wiped up the body And all fingers pointed at Rum and Bacardi E and J told Jack the hotel, so Jack tried to bail Juice out the jail But ol' E had the judge on the payroll clout So Jack shot the judge up and broke Juice out And everybody's talkin' 'bout Gin and Juice Juice shot Gin cause the bitch was loose Now E is shook thinkin' they ain't gonna get me I'll round up the posse and call up Mickey Mickey was big, he only sold eight balls Had ninety-nine niggas up against the wall E and J found out he made the call So E and J and Jack and Juice nined them all They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill Got the money from his bitch reckless Strawberry Hill Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn't survive But Mickey he was slick he had a Colt .45 And now he's wonderin' how he got the word It was the neighborhood wino Thunderbird You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice It was a hundred and eighty-seven proof, check it out [echoes]

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