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diamonds - spice 1 lyrics

[intro]
they say diamonds are a pimp’s best friend
while flossin’ these chrome rims as we sippin’ on gin
what would you do for the scrilla? westside

[chorus: bryant roberts & lisa jones]
diamond links and chrome wheels (diamond links)
make a n*gga wanna go and get some scrill (get some scrill)
diamond links and chrome wheels (diamond links)
make a n*gga wanna go and get some scrill (get some scrill)
[verse 1: spice 1]
i run with old school players, straps and high*powered k!llers
haters be knowin’ we fetti, step in our buildings with millas
mobbin’ is mandatory, mashin’ wherever we go
diamond links and chrome wheels got you feelin’ game, fa sho’
hittin’ corners and dumpin’ ashes, smokin’ on crush nasty
‘member me and my homeboy used to slang cavi
up in the yay area bailin’ on these punk federalis
cali is known for havin’ drug dealers runnin’ through alleys
i did it for the money, penitentiary chances
at the house parties, i’m doin’ gang related dances
used to do them drive*bys down the street from the house
your mama didn’t know she had a k!ller sittin’ on the couch
i wanted to be like all them hustlers with the diamonds and stuff
havin’ paper, b*tches, minus losses, cuts
knew that my game would elevate ’cause i’m inspired by riches, feel
hooked up with players, got some diamond links and chrome wheels

[verse 2: spice 1]
we hit the club twenty*five deep, bail in
twenty*four other ballers who bossalini brims trail in
to the vip section, mob boss
slightly grinnin’, we in, poppin’ cristal, gon’ set it off
i know you feelin’ me like titties and ass, i want the cash
mash on any n*gga who put his hand up in my stash
i walk the earth for one reason (what’s that?)
to regulate my chips and boss ball throughout four seasons
easin’ down the road, dippin’ in 500 benzel washingtons, black on gray
beige interior, big body mobbin’ up on a sunny day
suckin’ up game as i ride through the dirty bay
i’m reminiscin’, thinkin’ back on when i
was a little nappy headed n*gga tryna be fly
but now i’m twenty*six and i’m still high
rollin’ bats, phillie cracks open as i sip up on the ‘gnac
[chorus: bryant roberts & lisa jones]
diamond links and chrome wheels (diamond links)
make a n*gga wanna go and get some scrill (get some scrill)
diamond links and chrome wheels (diamond links)
make a n*gga wanna go and get some scrill (get some scrill)

[verse 3: spice 1]
addicted to the drama, it’s on like capone
pulled a l!ck at a stick and i bring my black ass home
ride up with stunna tinted bulletproof windows
the po*po be watchin’ me but it don’t f*ck with my mental
so i just ride on by, put bossalini to my eyes
’cause they fail to realize i’m high*powered and i be major*size
laced like hundred spokes, born hustler
blackheads and hollow tip ammo for all you bustas
it’s a east bay thing, keepin’ my heater for them cold nights
busted out street lights, gunfights you better watch your life
you turn your head and see two guns barrels, now picture this
you in the middle of some real bossalini sh*t
a) should you take your pistol out and dump?
b) should you take some shots from this double pump?
c) raise up off my diamond links and chrome wheels
well, it’s all of the above ’cause either way, you get your cap peeled

[chorus: bryant roberts & lisa jones]
diamond links and chrome wheels (diamond links)
make a n*gga wanna go and get some scrill (get some scrill)
diamond links and chrome wheels (diamond links)
make a n*gga wanna go and get some scrill (get some scrill)
diamond links and chrome wheels (diamond links)
make a n*gga wanna go and get some scrill (get some scrill)
diamond links and chrome wheels (diamond links)
make a n*gga wanna go and get some scrill (get some scrill)
[outro]
right
get some scrill
right
scrill
right

- spice 1 lyrics

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