 Snoop Dogg Presents: Tha Eastsidaz » Текстови песама [+ Додати +] |
1. _ G'd Up
( Tray-Dee ) I bang with the gang that don't need no intro We run from East Long Beach to West South Central Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows, dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow You know that west coast low mentality Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy We keep it straight hard but guard the spot Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride ( hook, Snoop ) If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up We makein papa only suckas claim to touch By stickin to the script and neva changin up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up ( Goldie Loc ) It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp And the nockin don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction Watch out for the friction Dis West Coast on mine And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip C-walkin holdin on the extra clip Now you wanna be a frend But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload You wanna go toe to toe Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no ( Butch Cassidy ) I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby ( Snoop Dogg ) I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up All star shoes with the G apparel If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams You neva catch me lookin R&B I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG Blazin a ounce with the homie cat Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map I keep it gangsta for sho do lo And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all Let me hit sumthin dogg Beware of my clique We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit ( hook ) ( Snoop talkin ) Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life West Side You can't spell the West without the E-S Ah yes we connectin y'all Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em ) And we out ( see ya, see your ) more free lyrics |
2. _ Tha G in Deee
Intro: Snoop Dogg Yeah man, let me holla at my nephew Tray-Deee Nephew, I can't believe these motherfucking stupid ass bitches man I done told em time and time and time again Well I guess they don't hear me So uh, why don't you let me know Matter fact let them know how you feel about these motherfucking hoes [Verse 1] I can't explain how I came 'cross the game I got More likely from parlayin with these thangs alot Be on the gangsters jocks, soon as they spot that you clockin These snakes'll plot, and then be all in your pockets Droppin little hints 'bout they rents and bills When you tell em you can't help em wanna twist they grills Like you owe em once you show em that you're interested When they knowin you be wantin just to hit and dig I aint got shit to give, but hard dick and conversation And talkin end, when I commit the penetration I toss at them, if it was proper we could kick it When we cross again, but you know aint no commitment I want ya when I need ya, and that's the procedure I call you and fall through, strictly at leisure And only keep ya, until you start to cost me Then I reverse the game til ya back up off me Kill em softly HOOK 1: Bitches aint shit, I said it before, and I say it again, Tray Deee Bitches aint shit, they only fuckin with your homies Cuz they know you got a grip Bitches aint shit, I said it before, and I'ma say it again, Tray-Deee Bitches aint shit, they only fuckin with your homies Cuz they know you got a grip [Tray Deee talking over HOOK] I done peeped these knucleheads all ?? dogg These bitches on the gold rush This aint 1849 quit that pan handling hoe This '99, you tryin to get yours, but I need all mine You knowhatimsayin? [Verse 2] I keep the energy caught her eyein me down Back when she first started hangin around In Long Beach got real deep on some real G sex So you got served bitch now what's next I ride on the side while we slide in my broom Old goons can't get with the ?foon? Naw I'm on another level, let's get in your shit Blowin herb while we swerve and we spend your chips Drain me and take me to the finest spots Out the dinin shop and buy me diamond rocks It's a privilege to get the dick and fuck wit me Knowin the whole way I roll is in luxury I'm a major type of player out for ruling the game Every line I design is for schoolin a dame When I approach I let 'em know it's all money and sex But I gotta be blessed before we make 'em connect HOOK 2: Snoop Dogg and Tray Dee overlap I check a bitch as quick as Goldie the mac And keep them quarter sacks and holdin my straps I only want what's in the middle of they laps And plus I hump before I get 'em for they snaps (repeat) [Verse 3] I can't conceive spendin cheese just to please a broad When eventually intentions be to leave 'em all In the minus, no matter if they the finest Then recognize the price come with rollin with riders You can't expect to step up in my company And we just fuck for free, and you not touchin me With some fine ass why chance gettin involved And be callin me a dogg after hittin them draws I'm out to ball, so keep all emotions in check And don't be tryin to test what you're sure to regret Thinkin you gon be sinkin up inside my profits Bitch you got twist but you needs to stop it I'm cold on the hold like the frozen snow For my dough unless we both tryin to make it grow I think you know, my bank be mo', than us kickin it What's mine is mine, but what's yours we splittin it HOOK 1 [Tray Deee over HOOK 1] I got three questions for a bitch though Where mines at, what's takin you so long to kick it in And how long this gon take you to get me some more hoes You know... more free lyrics |
3. _ Got Beef
[Snoop Dogg] Yeah, yeah, It's another one of those... Snoop D-O-Double G, L.T. Hutton thangs Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now It's about two in the morning! I got big C-Style on the grill EASTSIDE!!! Keepin' it way real Dogg Dogg, LBC Chorus: Snoop Dogg (repeat 4X) If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G Bridge: Charlie Wilson, Snoop [C. W.] Any problems any problems you can holla at my dogg.... [S. D.] Holla, holla [C. W.] Holla at my dogg, you could holla at my dogg, ohhhhh Any problems any problems you could holla at my dogg, Holla at my dogg, holla at my dogg, heeeeey heeeeeeey Chorus 1/2 [Jayo Felony] The life I lead The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow Anyday now, we gonna run at my nigga them killas is Nathal We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl They don't wanna see me shine again They fuckin' with my mind again But as soon as I finish this Heineken I gotta go get my nine again (It got a body on it from a party don't it?) Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades, You ain't seen this many niggas in your life with diamonds and braids I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids Fuck y'all, that start bangin' after "Colors" was made Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso Chorus [Tray Deee] It ain't no mystery you dissin' me you dissin' my clique And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your shit So why you actin' like a bitch? Puttin' your business on wax When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back Handles ours, battle scars, Shackles, guards and all And we the last niggas standin' once they start to fall Make the call, or fuck it, just kick off the brawl Cuz I'm ridin' with my doggs, win, lose, or draw Dogg pound insane, neighborhood twenty gangin' it And every gangsta that I hang with down to bang Full time pull mines and I gots to bust Fuck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out Dogghouse Repeat Bridge Chorus 1/4X [Sylk E. Fine] You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas then you got one with me It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic It's those that talk, and those that make shit happen So what'cha say? You wanna spit? You got beef? D.P serve the heat, straight to the street Honey west, I make the mission complete Therefore them bitches who talk that shit Be them bitches that's gettin' they ass beat [Snoop Dogg] Now don't come round here fuckin' with us Cuz on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by With that punk shit, BITCH, biddity bye bye I fuck a bitch up faster than I do a nigga See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'z a nigga We got rules and codes, G's and hoes Friends and foes, ride or get rode on Chorus 1/4x) [Snoop Dogg] Nigga, nigga, bitch more free lyrics |
4. _ Pussy Sells
[Snoop Dogg] L.T., Uh, The nerve of this bitch (Tray Deee) A bitch made purpose is to service a mac In a skirt till her feet hurt workin trap No breaks, ho break mine or she don't sleep Pussy just a piece of meat another means to eat Bitches playin like the wayin so I stay in the game Pimpin hard on these niggaz cuz they playin is lame How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough Back-talk get you slapped broad stay in yo place I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know Chronic weed smoke the only thing I cop to blow Gangsta-playa paper-chasin break a bitch like young No tongue get em sprung from the game I run One in a million with this pimpin Suga Free no cut Now come up from promote and tell these hoes what's up (Suga Free) Ho must've said Suga Free go wash yo hands I said bitch I'm Suga Free I wash my hands befo I touch my dick Bitch I'm ceasin, meanin I'm 900-99 thousand, 900-99 dollars, 99 cents away from breathin Now if she tell that her pussy ain't sellin she lyin (Man that bitch is connin you) And it she say baby let's go get this paper don't playa-hater hater she tryin be all the ho that you can be Oh no I ain't gone playa hate you cuzz you dressed like you a freak Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep" With that pimp stick hangin french-braided right by my feet Now on a accident pussy sells, you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells But you gone get plenty mo cuz pimpin neva fells Ooohh venom, cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye If you didn't have Suga Free you'd have to invent him (Got, Someby, Like a Mua Fucka) (Snoop Dogg) Me and my niggaz is hard as hell Pimp slap a bitch for some clientele Bitch get me a room at a plush hotel To hit this trick for this lick and go get my mail If you ever get caught, cracked and thrown in jail You know a nigga comin throw with that bail I put you on a track like that for real And you know and I know that pussy will sell [Hook (Snoop Dogg)] Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money (Snoop Dogg) Where ever I go it's all the same Do the pussy have a name yeah but it might change (da, da) Dependin on the weather or the mood that that day If the cat got macked then that fool gone pay Now lay lay yo head on back You down with the dogg then work that trap And don't come back till you get that scratch, and bring it all to me I put the P-I-M-P-O ology, bitch threw a dolla at me me I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha) I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours (Goldie Loc) You say you broke ho, look here miss me It be all tipes of niggaz that be payin for ma-dussy (bitch) There go the cona girl, now post up If you come back with no chips, yo gets slapped up I might hit you with the pimp stick And bitch think twice befo askin fo deez-nick And the last time you had some money Is when you stole it from yo momma, bitch that shit ain't funny (shit ain't funny) But a pimp like me got payed (got payed) And a hoe like you got played (got played) Now listen to the sound of the bells ring Baby it's cash goin on like ching ching Get up, get out, and get some You see what i'm doin, bustin on tracks to keep you fuckin Let you tell it i'm out here pimpin for free That ain't yo Goldie I got too much hog in me I dogg hoes like Snoop (like Snoop) Throw some lotion on yo feet befo you jump up in my coup (beeitch) (Snoop Dogg) Pimpin ain't easy but it's a whole lotta fun Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Get dought in the snow in Idahoe I gotta lie to ho, and a wida hoe One things for show if all fails They go get my mail cuzz pussy sells [Hook (Snoop Dogg)] Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money Oohh She got the bomb, Yeah my bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, Nigga you want the honey fool I want the money (Suga Free) Yeah Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Nigga Pimp on, In a real way more free lyrics |
5. _ How You Livin'
(Snoop Talking) Wassup dog? Wassup my nigga, how you doing dog? Man, I'm chilling my nigga How you livin'? Shit, I'm livin' it up baby Really, ohh really, shit It's all great then I'm glad to see ya, basically Yeah, yeah But on the real though dog How you living though? Who me? Shit (Snoop) I got two boys and a wife I live a luxurious life And I'm respected in this game Cause I do's the same Man, look here Let me spit you something for a second Cause I see y'all ain't been peeping out my record I see ladies, I see players, and I see haters And all you fools who perpetrate us, I'll get back with ya later I got a plate of shrimps, laughing with some pimps Chopping game, while my diamond's swinging Banking off my gold chain (Butch Cassidy) My time has come The way it's done No more being strung Around just like a bun My dues are paid Darkness was paved Let's go find some shade Then we've got it made (Snoop) Money ain't everything dog, but I tell ya If I didn't have it, i'd be labelled as a felon So, as long as I breathe, I achieve Keep god first in my life, I know that's right And I prevail, whether I do or don't sell It ain't about that, it's about giving back We trying to get our live on, while you jib on Let a homie get his sang on, instead of his bang on (Butch Cassidy) My life's my friends And it's gonna be here till the end It brought me a past Out the hood, so I know it's gonna last Down by the sea Is where all the ladies see me They tried to flash Be down, but I had to make a dash (Snoop) He went from a bucket to a benz, from some change to some ends From his homies in the pen, to his balling friends You know, flossy, flossin, bossy, bossin, boss But I paid the cost (Butch Cassidy) I wanna go As far as I can go Just not loco though Japan and even Tokyo (Xzibit talking) Yeah broadcasting live to your radiostation This is Snoop Dogg You know what I'm saying Yeah giving a shout out Mr X-to-the-Z-Xzibit To all the homeboys on Dogghouse Records Like this (Insert) (Snoop Talking) 187.4fm on your dial W-Balls more free lyrics |
6. _ Ghetto
HOOK: Kokane and Nate Dogg I was born... coming up from the ghetto Where the OG's never let go This is somethin I had to know Had to be real sneaky Watched niggas that tried to creep on me Stay away from the ones that's sheisty That's what my momma always told me When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I never knew what my life would be, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I see you takin bills [Kam] I'm ready to ride, ready to roll Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend aint knowin That I'm steadily blowin your back out Watch me track out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes Get at em like "what's up trick" you know how it goes It's Friday night, the club is about to close And I was lookin fabulous So I, got up to stretch 'bout to catch me one of these stragglers True eastside dogs, and we barkin not simpin Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot Nothin but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my suede shine I'm from the home of the riots That's before the peace died but I'm still hollin out eastside [Goldie Loc] Uhh, what y'all busters gon do When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you It aint about who's sellin the most caine Put us all together nigga see you run thangs If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen Bitch I'm ghetto fabbed out, so fuck politickin Waitin for a chance and the shit it never happened Time is money, and when you get it keep it clackin All you hear is, with my two inch twist I keep the goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip If you want my claims, I think you besta make a change So close your eyes when I let my back end hang I ride til the motherfucking wheels fall off Domie's got daytons, Goldie's got daytons [Tray Deee] All burnt to the turf up in a goddamn fool Old school motherfucker breakin jaws and rules Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set All my peers through the years steady gettin it whet Give me a rep, that's what I wanted most in my life Did it all like a hawk, so I'm totin my stripes Will I quit it, I'm comitted til the day I drop Slangin rocks, sprayin shots, sayin fuck the cops Locked up in the Chevy and my switches is hot Gave em pain as I swang on the bitches I sopt Bandanna on the antenna swangin and ridin Eastsidin, ghetto life is invitin [Snoop Dogg] Me and my brother had to walk to school I used to get him he downposed for joe cool A couple of dickies, with some quarter sacks Damn cuz I can't believe my kinfolk gave me that Had a nigga lookin G'd up With the scarf on my head, stealin sheets on my bed I seen baloney sandwiches without no motherfuckin bread I stole a pack of chips with the big homie Fred Now we sippin on some kool aid I got suspended from school for cussin out the teacher's aid And now I'm bout to get a whoopin, but you know I'm steady woofin On the side where they ride the most Eastside is the beach, westside is the coast And we ghetto like a motherfuckin hot buttered toast In the mornin with some government cheese (government cheese) We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin dice on his knees Get your money first rule number one, hello Livin it up is livin life in the ghetto HOOK more free lyrics |
7. _ LBC Thang
( Tray-Dee ) Once upon a time not long ago 4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach Hugz frum da freaks Even by tha thugz wit da heats Now it seem da hole damn hood dun switchd up Used ta put our fists up see hoo lip git bust Hallain out da set as we sweat at da hutch Come frum out of bounds mess around git stuck So tell me wuts up wit dis LBC thang Homies hatin homies wen we on dis G thang Now peep game it's about ta be da next centerury It ain't about life witout da penetentaries It git ta be a damn shame at times Knowin we da strongest wen thangs cumbine Bang da 9 dub an' insane 4 life West an' North side keep brangin it rite ( hook, Butch Cassidy ) Let's all come 2getha leave that bull alone I'm tired of playin games man wuts goin on We all shood luv one anutha put da guns away An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang ( Snoop ) We pushin da real about da LBC Dirty D, Reeseka, an' Big Skrappy C-Dogg on da switch cuz dis is Eastside good Beach City 2 da fullest wut chall thout dis wuz I'm hallain at my family Jimmy Brown frum da beach He told me dat da hood wuz back crackin at peace So u know me I'ma throw us a feast Fa all my homeboyz frum da muthafuckin East Y'all deserve it I'm swervin in da beema now I wish all my dead homeboyz kood see me now I'm driftin thinkin back how it wuz But all dis muney kan't bring da homies back up So take it 4 wut it wuz worth Frum da earth 2 da dirt We gunna du dis til yo head hurt My time keeps slippin away Me an' my niggaz keep chippin away I rememba wen my nigga Fay wuz lockd away We used 2 tell him how we dreamd about gittin payd An' now we takin trips wile we mix alize An' we du dis in da LBC kinda way ( hook ) ( Goldie Loc ) U got me on da muney makin mission But my moms at da house stedy wishin That I don't roll out cuz she know sumthin rong So I take anutha git frum da bomb I leave da house ta git wit dis gangsta hits Doggs an' locs git redy ta manage a grip Dirty Dale frum insane an' lil Sag frum da dub Dem both of bruthas I gots ta giv em luv Now wut dis sound like Me blastin anyone of my kind foo dat ain't rite I still repent on evrythang that I did Let me put my thangs up I gots ta raise me a kid Baby Goldie gunna hav it jus like Spanky Let me git my funds rite homie don't playa hate me Lite it up blaze it up ain't no need fa chokin Eastside Long Beach foo we West Coast ( hook ) more free lyrics |
8. _ Balls of Steel
[Snoop Dogg] Soldiers.. Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga? Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane It's in her neighborhood Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good I trust her dog Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip Well the party didn't start til I walked in and I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn' but in between time or in the meantime I slid my bitch in the back do' an she crept in with the nine We came here together so we can have fun Me and you baby goin one on one It's yo' hood so I figure it's good But if them niggaz start trippin I ain't trippin shit I ain't Hollywood We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars with buckshots comin from the homies in the cars Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this Naw hold on let me see how should I say this The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up Whatever fuckin reason would they wanna wet me up and get me up out the bitch wit da heat and a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from) I gotta dust em if I rush em and these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (fuck em) I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely Nigga didn't bring damn homie I wish I woulda, but I didn't I'm fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin) That's whats wrong wit niggaz Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a bitch Dogg is chillin, makin a killin What more can I say? "Top Billin'" Thats what I get, I got it good Crackin bitches in ya hood bitch Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard I got a great big bodyguard So step up if you wanna get hurt Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt I get the money, the money I got Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot That's how it is, ask yo' kids I stole ya hoe while you was in prison Jail, for spousal assault You was jealous it's all your fault Dogg is chillin, makin a killin What more can I say? "Top Billin'" Shootin dice came up short now I'm doin bad Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy So bad that I'm livin with my momma now and my bitch done dipped cuz I done run outta chips I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe man to some sucka ass nigga man I'm fallin slow Can't ain't even call a hoe; I'm feelin smalla loc Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga) Shit's real; we peel for the meal Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it and bring them same skanless bitches (why?) I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen On a mission to keep on dishin all fools Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker [speaking outro] more free lyrics |
9. _ Nigga 4 Life
[Bad Azz] We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin The stock market crashed, they watchin my black ass You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices The key to the future, the devil he wanna shoot ya Fuck em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin Trustin nothin you can buy if your money in discretion We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain Still the same, just fuckin wit a brand new thang Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out Aint gotta say shit already put the word out Ya heard how the thang goes down around us We playas, so haters can't clown around us On point, big fat blunts and joints And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck About you livin let alone you livin it up Niggas is stuck, I'm tryin to keep my head above water Not stressed about dyin for a quarter in a shorter My time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the Heartless hood, it's all good CHORUS: Snoop Dogg You's a nigga when you born, a nigga when you dyin Nigga quit lyin you's a nigga for life You's a nigga when you ridin, a nigga when you sidin Nigga quit tryin you's a nigga for life You can paint your face and change your nose and buy new clothes But you know what... You cant change who the fuck you are You's a motherfucking nigga for life [Goldie Loc] It's all sowed up, in the LBC Bitches breakin bread when they see the lil ass gee I keeps my finga on the trigga cuz I'm down for this bangin shit Quick to do it for the cause bitch I smash for my dogs So don't get close to my nine Cuz if you do you in store to see your nigga do the crime Sirens goin off, niggas bowin down Now you know about to rip gut fools ready to clown Nigga fuck you bitches, and you hoes and you sluts You tricks don't know what the fuck's up On the eastside we ride, nigga 24 / 9 Tryin to keep my hands on somethin nigga at all times Ready for war now that my pockets got bigger You other fools die when I ride for my niggas Cuss, bust, and fuss and kick up dust What you laughin at nigga don't get your bitch ass rushed CHORUS [Tray Deee] As a child I was wild as fuck, and down to dump And kept a sawed off brown to pump And my reputation never takin time to thank Role models, holdin bottles, as we ride and drink Livin right and plottin how to come up off the bottom Black stockings in our pockets and I pocket profits Fuck a school, I tuck a tool and start steppin First lesson, aint no question, you gotta have protection Sheets on the streets showin niggas defeats And most beef don't cease 'til the trigga release Livin hard, givin scars, gettin noise from hustlin Slangin gangbangin run a game in musslin Trustin nothin, sayin fuck it is the slogan Everywhere we go we off the chronic and the potion >From the ocean to the city to the valley to the bay Niggas on the mission for the cabbage every day Cutthroats, gunsmoke, dope and hoes What controls niggas souls on the streets I roll Bold letters think the gangs where I bang is at Saints, Cowboys, Steelers and Raider hats Though I know we all the same no matter what we claim If you a nigga you a nigga and that aint gon change We love Martin Luther King but respected Malcolm Cuz he didn't give a fuck about the outcome CHORUS 2X more free lyrics |
10. _ Dogghouse
Dogghouse Gimme some of that G shit Goldie Loc Yeah, that's what I'm talkin 'bout Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh HOOK 2X: Snoop Dogg We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday) [Rappin' 4-Tay] Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank? Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank? V.I.P. status, don't need an apparatus Cuz the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage Down in yellobrick road my destination, the DoggHouse Toastin Remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball They gon be strippin and wigglin ass Hope you brought your playa pass Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks Bigger than big everyday in L.A. 4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae, Beeyotch 2ND HOOK: Snoop Dogg DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get The fuck out, that's on the O G D P, (say what) And that's how it is when you fuckin wit me [Waniac] Don't matter how you come, use all angles Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles My hookup, long rangers Better float like a nationwide sky pager Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas On the real we can deal wit you playa haters We hit the spot, every city got a block What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc won't you spit that rap [Trip Loc] Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies spot To see if he floatin with me up to the DoggHouse Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin This bomb, I'm likin Holla at my folks I know up in the complex Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane Once again it's on, big chiefin Remind me of the noisiest place Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1 Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one HOOK 2X [Tray Deee] Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it Headed up to DoggHouse swervin in a bucket Puffin on some bomb from my comrade Blue And got my little bitch catch a contact too House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on Swoopin to some Soopafly, gettin my smoke on Nigga Goldie Loc got the heat on roast it 4 Tay on the way plus the twins is posted Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook Straight crooks, gettin money off the books Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin 2ND HOOK [Goldie Loc] Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers Let's all get the money then murder these motherfuckers Cocksuckers, they can't stop us Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers I shut em down, DoggPound for them bitches I be seein you with snitches everytime I'm hittin switches Ice skatin over dicthes I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags I'm saggin so hard I'm tearin up the back of my khakis I'm tryin to reach my dogg Dirty Red But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go I'm movin slow My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga DoggPound gangsta crip for life And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night HOOK 2X more free lyrics |
11. _ Give it 2 'Em Dogg
[Goldie Loc] Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by The tray, like gangstas with the heaters Gangbangin is my shit nigga Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint HOOK: Snoop Dogg We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....) We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) [Snoop Dogg] 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him That's probably how rumors get started See niggas be yappin off at the mouth And don't be havin their heart in Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin Nigga throw me somethin, shit I'm doin badder than you And I aint even fakin or frontin So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches [Tray Deee] We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck And my status been a classic I stay on the set Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit Cool time on the grind never mind the danger Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys We in this business to win this whatever the cost Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Deee you're never to cross Motherfuckers HOOK more free lyrics |
12. _ Life Goes On
Chorus [Kokane & (Snoop Dogg) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life, Yeah) Life Goes on (Life, Life) (Snoop Dogg) Lil Tone, Lil Loc Half Dead ken folk Papa Loc, gun smoke, beer bottles & dope Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit For the homies that R.I.P. Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred dogg 3 times Like bub Scarface, T-Loc 1 & 2 Big 40 mick dogg this ones for you Sammy Parker we ain't forgot about you O.G. cuzz I'ma show these niggas how it's supposed to be done G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater I'ma holla at you later Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock Remember Boot, Murf & Dale - I miss the homies a lot D-O-Dubb you the realest nigga I feel it dogg Man my love ones I miss yall (miss yall) Chorus [Kokane & (Snoop Dogg) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember, Remember Ya'll) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) (Snoop Dogg) Pancake Lil man, Lil Tray & Jay dogg God bless ya'll souls and listem may ya'll Kids live a long life, live a strong life, Not the wrong life, let em live they own life G'dub, Jeff hogin we keep it rollin Pancho loc & my homeboy Nollan Big blue from the rear block You keep it real wit a nigga since the pop loc, you bought me soda pop My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court Just like the homie Demon Loc Damn too many of my homies got smoked Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw Not Reverend Harris too Dear God, tell me what our church gone do Chorus [Kokane & (Snoop Dogg) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life, Remember, Remember) Remember your loved ones that were, here now there gone Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) (Snoop Dogg) If you think that's bad, well that ain't all I gotta give a couple of shouts out to my doggz Eazy E Roger Troutman & The Notorious, B.I.G. My Big Homeboy Mooch you know I love your moms to death In Heaven she rest H.D. - Mary was your pride & Joy & Warren G ya'll my Mutha Phukkkin homeboyz He lost Ola Mae the same way See I be lookin at yall, & wantin to touch my momma everyday I don't know what I'm goin through but I'm there for you See on some real shit homie I care for you Rough times, Rough Rhymes, Heart-ache Man I ease the pane with a glass of bacarda But how could I, & why should I Cause on the real folks it's hard to say good-bye (good-bye) Chorus [Kokane & (Snoop Dogg) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember, Remember Ya'll) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone (Life, Life, Life) Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) Ooh Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone (Life) more free lyrics |
13. _ Be Thankful
( Snoop ) Rite now a nigga just feelin real good Thankful 4 evrythang thats goin down 4 me rite now 4 all dis happiness an' success A nigga just str8 thankful 4 evrythang you know You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no sistas Sum cuzinz uncles nephews an' neices An' nun to say da leastest hectic Wit 2 boyz of my own Spanky damn near grown Sittin in his room just bangin my songs As i roll anutha joint an' make a call on da fone It's Pretty Tony it's on an' crackin my nigga It's ya big bro I herd ya rappin my nigga Evrybody an' there mama duin dis rap thang I'm thankful dat my lil' brutha ain't in da hood bangin ( hook ) Just be thankful 4 all ya got If it's just a little bit it's all ya got U mite not hav a car or big gold chain Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change Just be thankful 4 all ya got If it's just a little bit it's all ya got U mite not hav a car or big gold chain Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change ( Goldie Loc ) Man my sista ben gone 4 about 10 munths Stedy smokin bluntz an' fuckin wit da same cunt But it's time 2 make a change So i rock up my rhymes like krack kokane I'm in da game Much luv 2 my nigga Snoop It woodn't be crackin wit out you I woodn't be standin in deez black walla c's I'd be back in da hood wit dem g's ( Warren G. ) Frum kidnaps an' jacks Knockouts an' craps Frum totin Tech-9's 2 shankin on da main line Timez iz hard we all caught up in da struggle Whites, Blacks, Mexicans it's trouble Yung kids we got a man made disease I lost my mom so now I'm prayin on my knees Did y'all take care of y'all ha luv wuz precious Now i got my daddy, sistas an' homies god bless us ( hook ) ( Pretty Tony ) We ben thru sum tuff timez mom late on rent Tryin 2 get mine husslin like Larry Flynt No food in da fridge but we wuzn't alarmed Cuz my brutha wuz like a good neighba den like state farm Peeples always sayin wut they need an' want But they need 2 start wit they du's an' don'ts Just be thankful 4 day 2 day An' evrythang will be goin ya way ( Kam ) Now ain't it odd 2 thank god We moovin in gangsta toyed We live an' die by tha sword An' still we thank tha lord Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue I count my blessins It's a game I shood but can't afford but i aint stressin I'm E-S-in 4 mines it's all gunna pay off in da long run An' no rest on da grind man a nigga just out here on one Stayin strong all alone or hangin wit my clique I rite a song rite or rong I'm realy bangin dis shit I used ta wonda y we had it so ruff My motto wuz my ancha an' 4 dat I can't thak ya enuff ( hook ) more free lyrics |
14. _ Big Bang Theory
Intro: Xzibit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in the '99 What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo HOOK: Xzibit I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions (we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off [Kurupt] Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off Blast wit somethin and I breaks all the walls off Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin Scat, takin three to four to the back I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air Let me put 'bout two in the air Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses [Pinky] It's goin down by the year 2 G I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and Gun in hand, operation quicksand Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand I had to bless the head of a military man Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam I know what you look like, I know how you think I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink HOOK [CPO] Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese You work your fuckin employees You know you get all excited like that Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch I kill drama, shit get action packed When I jump out the black stealth bomber Cuz it's bout, you know, I want the fuckin mansion pad To heal that bitch sittin on So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn Don't fuck with Bossy off the glam, Rollin crack , blow blocks in half [Tray Deee] We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners Handles all business and pay off the comissioner Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches 20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain Gangbang slang came and aint gon change All out till we fall out, fuck the world DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls HOOK more free lyrics |
15. _ Another Day
( Goldie Loc ) Damn cause this spot's gettin hot I can't trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops The closest nigga to you would do you and try to screw you Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you And he could be the same nigga the switch Playin all one minute but he really is a bitch Now watch out for the twist Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich But you thought them niggaz would never do that Until they came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats And it always ends up fucked up When the innocent die it'll have yo brain stuck It'll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause I'm havin bad luck Fucked up in my younger days Shit I'll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays A few days back one of homies got rugged out Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway Wit mo guns niggaz sinnin for another day Damn cause this spots gittin hot Damn cause this spots gittin hot Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo Think it was my homies fucked up can't realy call it do If it was I'ma git him He gunna hate it when it hit him Damn cause this spot's gettin hot I can't trust the paramedics or them crooked ass cops The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to screw you Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you ( hook, Butch Cassidy ) Another day has come How much longer will I run I wanna have sum fun Layin out in the sun How much dirt have I done My life has just begun I sleep with my gun My problems weigh a ton ( Tray-Dee ) I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched Fool I used to run with and trusted snitched Got one time on my block straight posted Hopin that I slip but I dip and ghosted Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin Wound uptown on a hot ass block Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock Daily Tray-Dee'll loose pursuit But deez ho's broke and don't look to cute So I parlay to the hard ways of jackin Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin I didn't I was the one to be Kickin summary of sum wen I let em slide up under me But God as my witness As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless I stayed hard hit the yard Pull niggaz hole cards Had em runnin to the sarge Jail house scars tell the part you played Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake It don't pay to go soft Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherfuckers ( Dee, Talkin ) And that's how we do it Bitch ass niggaz Out here tellin disrespectin the game Fuckin up this realism we puttin down out here You know what I'm sayin Nigga need the cops to help em out Hoe ass niggaz Stand on ya own nigga Live by the gun die by the gun Nigga be a soldier ( hook ) more free lyrics |
16. _ Take it Back to '85
(Hook) We can take it back to '85 if ya We can take it back to '85 if ya We can take it back to '85 if ya We can take it back to '85 if ya (Snoop) Lets take it back on these niggas Soopafly Show em what that Eastside LBC DPG like Do you remember Wallabies and Crocusacks Relicts gun pellets and blue golf hats Racing tracks freaks with bats Its been a tight rap and the say he got capped Your city of your corner was the center of the map Back then we scrapped The G's know the happs I was only fourteen playing quarterback Five years before I bought my first Crodusack It just bat around a homeboys spot Damn cuz the spot getting hot One more fresh vest in our hood I stole a Turkish rope with the homie no good Squabbled with some Eses He got what I got too Be the nigga I was feeling suit Back then we really didn't give a fuck about nothing Bust a nigga's ass off just for saying a little something (Hook) (Kurupt) Kurupt was always taught not to love a dumb bitch But in '85 I was in love with some dumb bitch I was headed on my way to the L.A. grounds Told my mama car eight six L.A. bound Jacks and cracks sacks dees and latch Old G's from way back this is where its at I'm gonna show you how the west coast rocks the night Not giving a fuck this how I choose to live my life For graduating I went Lousiana and split At the age of seventeen not giving a shit Then I grew up threw up What I threw up Doggpound Gangsta Crip Great blew up The gang like pounds of C4 Fun at your apartment door We came for ya oh and all the weed Fuckin shooting everything I see I don't want it no more Gas pedal on the floor (Hook) (Butch Cassidy) Well I was twelve raised in hell Always had a lot of time After school chasing girls Skinny with a curl Tough skills were on Doing wrong Playing with his bone Still standing strong Sanging songs '85 was on (Hook) (Snoop) For everybody out there What yall know about this shit here 1985 for all the niggas that was in the house partying what yall know about this right here The roof The roof The roof is on fire We don't need no water let that muther fucker burn Burn muther fucker Burn The roach The roach The roach is on the wall We don't need no rain let that muther fucker crawl Crawl muther fucker crawl That's '85 nigga Young ass punk You couldn't even come outside in '85 nigga Yea where were you at in '85 nigga I was on the eastside Yea Eastside HaHa Lets get the fuck up out of here nigga (Hook) more free lyrics |
17. _ Tha Eastsidaz
Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside Never had a site to rhyme, but I'm still mobbin [Goldie Loc] Dope dealers, to the fullest I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this No need to be a punk just dump when I say so Empty the clip another block let's go I don't give a fuck about some posted what So C slide me the mac so I can rip shit up We aint finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin We aint rollin wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin The plan don't stop nigga, fuck the cops If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up Just blast for me, and I'ma blast for you When I'm in jail, get cash, and I'ma mash for you That's on the real homeboy don't let me down I clown homeboy and I bang the pound HOOK: Tray Deee We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats, and knivers Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors (repeat) [Tray Deee] I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days Nappy ass french braids and it aint no thang Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard Got jugs of water buried all across my yard One time on my line tryin ta find a cause Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down But I done made it too far to stop now Results of a banger, to most I'ma danger No hope for those who come to close to the chamber Bitches lovin I'ma gangster so fuck it No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don't work First look, say I'ma crook that did dirt for the turf High talk, high walk, when I stalk the street Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial Aim is to be famous wit major loot A gang of juice, in case I gots to bring the troops And everybody know the eastside the craziest So motherfuckers know it aint no fadin this HOOK 2X more free lyrics |
18. _ Now We Lay 'Em Down
[Snoop Dogg] It's like this and like that and like this and uh Eastside, Long Beach drop the hits and uh We got, so many niggas on the team nowadays LB, QB, DP, GC P Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise Them Eastside boys is the real McCoys We walkin through the projects sippin on a 40 Rippin, dippin, and spittin at your shorty You may think I'm outta bounds but I think I'm in I holla at my folks before I step on in Spit at my nigga Andy Hilfiger Slide up in the garden, next to Steve Martin We settin up shop on the east coast now Dogghouse nigga, the big bow wow And we higher than a motherfucker, east side up Like this and like that motherfucker Eastdide So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it, now So high you can't get over it I just want to make your day [Goldie Loc] Wakin up late off a fucked up day I was in Dogg sippin, straight DoggHouse crippin Fuck wit us and get that ass bombed out Need some smoke, for the homies from the south This is what it's all about It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs Swerve through the eastside Loc, scoop up the homies Bang them other fools cuz them busters don't know me It seems like this is my only chance to get rich Invest in my chips, never chippin off a bitch Trip, bring that bomb to me Underwater with cocaine, crackin with P O P Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong I'm faded like Cheech and Chong Watch out for the second hand smoke [Tray Deee] Yeah, I was born and raised in the ways of a ridah Representin mines to be a true Eastsidah Survival of the fittest, how we live this shit Fuck a bitch, dump a clip, out to get them chips No restrictions, takin off as soon as friction Pop, niggas drop once I pops the clip in Pimp wearin khaki suits and stacy biscuits And known like Capone to them gangsta bitches Keep em workin somethin everywhere we go Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe West coast to the fullest but I bang the east Mad motherfuckers side to that city Long Beach So throw them gang signs up when you see me ride up And know for sure I'm bouta throw the eastside up And if a nigga got beef with that That's where his ass'll be sleepin at Point blank more free lyrics |
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