Touch Me, Feel Me, Smell Me - Spice 1

Touch me, feel me, smell me

Don by any means necessary

You can’t fuck with a legendary

East Bay Gangster

When it’s all said and done a player’s pushed power and paper

We all ball, playin russian roulette with thug’s nature

Rush and pull capers, savage like _Amistad_

I know you seein what these demons is doin but I ain’t scared

Got me grindin, havin hustler’s dreams, killin for cream

It seems when you’re close to your goal that’s when they scheme

Ever since Pac and Biggie died the game done watered down

With generic-ass niggas who ain’t gon' even stick around

For 2 minutes, fuck 5 minutes of fame, I’m 10 years

With longevity, nigga, deep as fuck in this game

How could you speak upon a legendary

East Bay Gangster Spice 1, don by any means necessary

Spice 1, don by any means necessary, nigga

Dn by any means necessary

Is you feelin me?

Like titties and ass

Is you feelin me?

Like clockin some cash

We ain’t bullshittin, dump a nigga up in a ditch and

Get to cookin chickens in the kitchen, it’s non-fiction

Realism, with multiplied bodies like catechism

You fuckin with the fetti just equals to murderism

Hurt em, hit em, aim to split em down the middle, did him, got him

Kicked the nigga dead in his ass before I shot him

Rapper’s complex, you niggas think I think I’m the shit

But I was goin dub for dub just like you in '86

I pop my collar cause me to you is like a pit to a chihuahua

Nigga, Taco Bell is that-a-way, bitch nigga, put your gat away

The big dog, fuck Scooby Doo, scrappin for scratch

Pass the dubee, fool, what’s crackin, nigga, don’t baby-sit that

You can’t fuck with the legendary

East Bay Gangster, Spice 1, don by any means necessary

Spice 1, don by any means necessary

Nigga, by any means necessary

And all you niggas talkin that shit in them streets can suck my dick

You can quote me on that, I’m a real rider, bitch

Your opinion is like a asshole, I stick my Uzi in it

Fuck you cockroaches talkin bunch of shit, I’m born sinnin

Been in it from the beginnin, Spice 1 the O. G

Coast to coast, worldwide muthafuckas know me

I’m the one who set the foundation

For them niggas that sp-spit the g-gangsta shit real fast all the way across

the nation

That shit you talkin 'bout I was born when I played it

Cause magazines be so East Coast orientated

Politics in the game, they forced this shit down our throat

We wanna hear niggas from where we from on the radio