Spice 1 – Rude Boy Lyrics

Hip Hop/Rap

Yeah, yeah, yeah nigga
Rude bwoy
Rude bwoy
Come on

Rude bwoy, better back up spread dem all way chopper
Rude bwoy, they don't want to rock the real don dada
Rude bwoy, better back up say me real don dada
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy
Rude bwoy, better back up spread dem all way chopper
Rude bwoy, they don't want to rock the real don dada
Rude bwoy, better back up say me real don dada
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy

Well I'd be a rich man if I could sell pussy in a can
But I can't so I spit game from Foothill to Rosecrans
From New York to China, the thug poet, the gangsta rhymer
In LA I'm a OG but up in the Bay I'm a timer

Mister Bossalini, Spice 1, Slim, ghetto star
Hella hard, hella bitches get naked and felons ball
I'm telling y'all some real ass shit, I'm the Black Soprano
Put a sled up in your ass, have you singing, that Soprano
Smash, bash my enemies with bitches and laugh
'Cause you know I split his motherfuckin' head in half

I'm a boss rider, I know the trick to the trade
All my soldiers, all my killers, all my niggas is made
Make the wrong move all you niggas is sprayed
We lock shit down, feel me, everybody get paid
I'm bossed out as a motherfuckin' boss can be
If it's a hit out on you, they done already told me
If the shit ain't bossy, nigga the shit ain't me

I've been kicking gangsta shit for years and making cheese
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy

Rude bwoy, better back up spread dem all way chopper
Rude bwoy, they don't want to rock the real don dada
Rude bwoy, better back up say me real don dada
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy
Rude bwoy, better back up spread dem all way chopper
Rude bwoy, they don't want to rock the real don dada
Rude bwoy, better back up say me real don dada
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy

It's the motherfuckin' rude bwoy, hard to elude bwoy
You can't get away, my Desert Eagle gon' shoot bwoy
It's the mob affiliated like Frank Sinatra

Cock the Glock and rock you to sleep and strangle your partner
Nigga you ain't gon' see me coming, you ain't gon' know who shot ya

Just gon' see some fire coming from the barrel of a chopper
The real don dada, the motherfuckin' show stopper
Close the curtains, curtains closed, you fuckin' with a front liner
All up in these trenches like a Vietnam vet
So if your ass can't cash it don't let your mouth out the check
I'm rude bwoy, what the fuck you gon' do bwoy
When niggas come through and shoot your ass like pool bwoy
I know some hustlers out there that'll take you to school bwoy

Niggas put in work and use the pistols for tools bwoy
It's savage, power, money, riders and punks
Bad bitches, fast cars, smoking blunts for months
We make the rules, we break the motherfuckin' rules
Run these goddamn streets and nigga fuck you, I'm rude bwoy

Rude bwoy, better back up spread dem all way chopper
Rude bwoy, they don't want to rock the real don dada
Rude bwoy, better back up say me real don dada
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy
Rude bwoy, better back up spread dem all way chopper
Rude bwoy, they don't want to rock the real don dada
Rude bwoy, better back up say me real don dada
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy

Drop a pin through your front door, get out and start dumping

'Cause I'm hitting something nigga, I ain't riding for nothing

And I don't want the money, I want your motherfuckin' life
The cost to be the boss, I done paid the motherfuckin' price
It's the boss rider, you don't wanna fuck with this fire
Drop these motherfuckin' bombs like I'm up in Al-Qaeda
Niggas ain't knowing, we keep this mob shit going
Tag-toeing, blowing purple kush, creeping and rolling
See if it's stolen, 500 Caddy or Jag

Playing here, pants sag, gat small in my back
I got a lot of little places where I hide my guns
But ain't no telling when I'm 'bout to bust your ass with one

I'm unpredictable nigga, this shit is critical nigga
We keep a arsenal of pistols just to spit at you niggas
Get at you niggas, 'cause ain't no way to keep us from busting
Thought I wasn't a rude bwoy, my whole crew rushing
Have sixteen niggas at your house in fifteen minutes
With G-Locks and AKs running all up in it
A rude bwoy, Bossalini, Spice 1, Slim
Rolling with an extra clip taped up under my brim

Rude bwoy, better back up spread dem all way chopper
Rude bwoy, they don't want to rock the real don dada
Rude bwoy, better back up say me real don dada
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy
Rude bwoy, better back up spread dem all way chopper
Rude bwoy, they don't want to rock the real don dada
Rude bwoy, better back up say me real don dada
Rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy, rude bwoy

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