Tha Eastsidaz Lyrics

Tha Eastsidaz lyrics

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

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