Strap On The Side Lyrics

Strap On The Side lyrics

Intro:  Rollin with my muthaf**kin strap on the side of me
Don't f**k with the East Bay G!

repeat Intro 3 more times.

Ver 1:  Poke em down with the clip and the trigga
Screamin like Eiht, yelling, 'Come on Nigga!'
Nappy-head muthaf**kas in a coupe de-ville
Lightin sh*t up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see, I hops on the flo like my nigga Domino
And get a big fat sack of yay
A key or a half..the muthaf**kin bay
Pistol-whipped him with an A-K.
Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body      
I left his as* bloody in the front of the party.
It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.
Niggas be gettin gatted when they step to this G
See.....I pull my muthaf**kin UZI!
And, spill his brain (spill his brain)
spill his brain (spill his brain)
Spill his brain in his muthaf**kin lap.
I pulls a jack (pulls a jack)..Pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his muthaf**kin back!
I'm comin with the 187, not with that ho shit
So niggas, pack up the bombs, so we can blow shit!

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Ver 2:  Comin up in a mask like Tales of the Cryptic
UZ thang swallows that as* like Lypton...Nigga!
And now, they're trying to wander and vigor
How the f**k Charles Manson try to step to a nigga?
Put a blast on their as* with the holes of the barrel
 
Bullets fly in a chest like a muthaf**kin farrow.
Cause we get like Steven King, bodies swing from my ceiling
Oak was in the chest when it's time for cap peelin.
9-4, hit the do with a fat gat
Comin like this, break em down like that.
The nigga with the bags and the fat crack sack
Po-Poes on my back, blow their as* off the map!
With the 1-8-7, mad man killa
Spill a nigga guys for the f**k...Cause, I'll be..

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Ver 3:  It goes one for the treble, you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my bit*h you little boss.
Ga-a-gat that as* with the double-deuce Darringer
From the bay area...the pall bearer
6 niggas carry ya...momma in hysteria...
Welcome to your muthaf**kin coffin, they'll stare at ya!
Cause, you're a dead muthaf**ka..black
And you never should have f**ked with the 1-8-7 fat.
So nick-nack..patty-wack, give a G a gat
And put some bullets in that as* crack!
Yeah, break em down with the Mack
And like John Madden 93, 'BOOM!!!  He's on his back!'
Spice 1 is a muthaf**kin troopa
So, say what's up to the East Bay Freddy Kruegar.
Blow the head off the muthaf**kin cow
When my gat goes off like an air 1000.
Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Rollin with my muthaf**kin strap on my side!

Repeat Intro 8 times.