Letra 510, 213 Spice 1

510, 213

Hook:
5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a g?

Spice 1 intro:
Ha ha ha. to thug or not to thug? to g or not to g? see thats the
Question. everytime I hit l.a. I get love you know cause Im from the bay.
Dub c, big syke you know spice 1. feel me.

Spice 1:
Count the dollars on the lexy dont waste your time
Let it shine let it shine let it shine
Mizzolas and 850 flossin Im tossin
Doobies up out the window smokin often coughin
Chokin hard up off the indo smoke
My mens with extra clips hennessy lemon squeeze begin to dip on me
The g with the strap up on my side
Keepin these haters apon they toes cause they know Im ready to ride
Hide but you cant get away
This is your dead homie you should of put your tool away
But you still pull it on me, see I aint trippin
I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me
Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me
Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost
Kill em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob boss
Mobster ballin out the hooptie
Who could it be? s.p.i.c.e.

Hook

Big syke:
Sound like baller Im caught up in troubled times
Destiny knows help me free my mind
What can I do but stay true and be a man
Im just doin what I can
Migrate to oakland lay low with my dog spice
Hang out with killers and dodge device
Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two (was it two? )
I wouldnt of done it if I didnt have to
In the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin
Thought I was over peerkin searchin for a home I feel alone
On these cold streets, sleepin on couches with no sheets
God guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despiration
Im facin more time then I really got to give
Damn I wanna live in 2-1-3

Hook

Wc:
Its the dub s.c. on g parolee
And although deez steadily grinding for cheese
Trunk fulla keys on my way o.t. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3
I puts it down bendin the corner with my all blue chevy
My mind on gettin the fetti, my heater cocked back and ready
With gs crime related, affilated eyes faded
Big bodies paper plated stayin shaded for federated
My crews full of nothin but riders high off the remy
Chuck taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies (uh ha)
Mashin on the regular hustlin day and night
Went from chronic to water but now we pushin the china white
Much loved by many but now by many hated
Trippin off the the haters lookin mad cause we made it
But dont get mad at me because I executed the game
I got my hustle on loc you can do the same

Hook