D-Boyz Got Love For Me

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[Verse 1]
[Am](feat. E- 40) (In
[C]tro: Spice 1)
What's wrong [Am]nigga? What's
wrong huh?
You scared [C]nigga? You
scared?
What, you can't talk with a mother
[Am]fuckin' gun in your mouth [C]nigga?
I'm [Am]gonna give you a [C]three count
[Am]I'ma blow your [C]motherfuckin' brains out
One, what you think
about, what you thinkin'?
I'm proud, two (kinda slick
motherfucker)
(*Gun blast*)
[G]Nineteen motherfuckin'[C]

[Verse 2]
[G]nin[C]e-
[Am]fo' comin' a[G]t ch[C]a
Gi- gi- gi- gi- gi- gi- gi- gi- gangsta
Spice motherfuckin' 1

[Verse 3]
(Spice 1) [C]I
eat they ass up [G]like [C]a Swason with
the [Am]Thompson
[C]fo'- fever, leave a - motherfuckin' crime
'fore he take his [G]last [C]breather
So come along take a trip
to the dirt track
Where the young niggas be takin' your
car and be peelin' your cap [G]back
[C]That's why it's A to the
mother[Am]fuckin' [G]yay
[C]keeps a fat gat for the [G]funk [C]in the [G]East Bay
[C]mainly off gat, I'm goin' brain dead ins[Am]ide
[C]Talkin' to my hom[G]ies 'Scratchy'
tellin' me [C]he wanna ride
on the nigga that peeled his cap so
now I'm [Am]on the s[C]treets
With the dead motherfucker
in the passenger seat
[G]And it's [C]fo' to the motherfuckin' [Am]five
[G]G- a- [C]gat that ass leave
'em dead in the ives
Red Rum on the late night,
catch my case [Am]right at the [C]crack hut
Niggas better back up,
while I fix my [G]sack [Am]up
[C]Pistol whip, shit, [Am]kick that ass [C]quick
Quick to [Am]rip s[C]hit,
cause [G]I'm a [C]Coca Cola Classic
O.G. and D- Boyz got [Am]love for [C]me,
D- Boyz got love for me
(*Interlude*)

[Verse 4]
(E- 40) Da- [C]tha-
[B]tha[F#m]- da-[F]
[E]tha- tha- da-
tha- tha- da- [C]tha- [Am]tha[E][C]
[E]Da- tha- [C]tha- da- tha- tha- da-
tha- tha- da- tha- [Am]tha[C]

[Verse 5]
[C](Spice 1)
I'ma chuck a dead body on your
[Am]motherfuckin' [C]lawn
like jump like Red gone,
nigga I'll be ready the [G]funk is on
[C]So call up the Paramedics and tel[Am]l
'em that you're [C]dy in' nigga
I roll strapped [G]with [C]no love
upon my fuckin' trigger
I lets my hair [Am]platt,
and took his [C]mail stack
Now he's a stiff black,
cause I was at that
I'm dumpin' these [G]niggas
in ditches [Am]back to back
[C]Hangin' they ass from telephone posts
to [G]leavin' 'em makin' 'em
[C]bleed without no money
Gun me, hoe niggas wanna [Am]do that,
do [C]that
But I go out and get a new gat,
new gat and let [Am]'em have [C]it
Nigga, so D- Boyz got love for me

[Verse 6]
(E- 40) [C]I got
love for [Am]D- Boyz, cause
[C]D- Boyz got love for me
I got love for [Am]D- Boyz, cause
[C]D- Boyz got love for me
Nigga got outta line I had to [Am]chop him
[C]Reached into my draws and pulled out my
strap (pull out your strap)
Motherfucker got outta place
I had to [Am]chop him
[C]Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled
out my strap (pull out your strap)
Nigga got outta place,
youse got to pop him
Reach up in your draws and pull out your
strap (pull out your [Am]strap)
Rookie get outta [C]line you better ice him
Reach into your d- dun- dun- duns and pull
out your strap (pull out your strap)
Just call me Chef Boyardee- Boy,
soda for bakin'
Cupcakes and cookies,
rappies I'm makin' huh
Tall cash, can't [Am]let eat up my g[C]rass
Don't make me have to come [G]back
and split your [C]parents house in half
[Am]with my 6RP226- Diana [C]Ross cousin [G]Nina - Mr. Meaner,
[C]body bleeder
Heartless,
empty the cartridge roll
Smartless, get out and die so cold
Hollow point hot ones [Am]dipped in gar[C]lic
I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic
Niggas think that I be bluffin' when I
tell 'em I'm a good shot
But I'm also into some other things
like ice picks and piano strings
So bitch, I'm tryin' to get nickerage
Open up shop, cotton [G]candy [C]and liquorice,
uh
[Am](Outro: Spice[C]

[Verse 7]
1 & E- 40)
[Am]Shoot 'em up now
[C]
Blaow! Spiggidy one whippin'
[Am]up on dat ass [C]for nine- four
Da- tha- tha- da- tha- tha- da- tha- tha
Shoot 'em up now, byd- a- bye- bye
Blaow! (Spiggity sp, sp, spiggity sp, sp,
spit nigga hahahahaha)
They call me [Am]Spiggity
[C]one, Spiggity one
Me bust a cap up in your ass with big black gun,
byd- a- bye- bye
Chill [Am]man, [C]me roll down
the block with my nigga
Byd- a- bye- bye,
Spiggidy one whippin' [Am]up on dat [C]ass
Chill man, livin' in the city is a
motherfuckin' task
[C](What's a 7- 0- 7 on er... [Am]your trunk
[C]nigga?) 5- 10
[C](4- 1- 5's?), yeah (That's four- fifteens
if y'all bitches didn't know)
Yeah bitch,
stupid ass [C]hoes
(Da- tha- tha, sing it with me,
[C]da- tha- tha- da- tha- tha, ah yeah)
[C](*Whistling*)
[C]