They don't sleep, well freak off brand knock 'em out
(I luv it)
Hoo ridin', G ridin' fuck the law
(Eastside)
The way the homies come through
Yeah them Eastsidaz back and we came to bang
Platinum on our chest nigga, yup, yup
To lick ya boogie oggie, oggie
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how the Eastside roll
(I luv it)
Better yet fo' life
My reactions, attractions, fast and all actions
So what that L.B.C. Like?
We do the damn thang all night
Hell naw trick
Two, oh, one Eastside one five
I am Sir Dogg, D-P-G funk and I am crip
You have the time of your life, hey, ha
Zoom
People want some of this?
Eastsidaz come back
(I luv it)
Can ya dig what I'm talkin' 'bout
Two 0, two one, one five seventeen and eleven
From the LB city, where them shells leave many
Tray Dee
Extra clip when we book out, peace we long ghetto
Represent this like its meant to see
Oh no, put me down, let go of my legs
Tellin' you motherfuckers, damn
Better yet fo' life
(Dogg Pound)
Niggas love seein' thugs so we look for dirt
Zoom
Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge
We finna show you
Till I die east the side, I stay smashin'
Can't stop, won't stop
Tray Dee, Goldie, Snoop, 'Deuces N Trayz'
Fuck them paramedics and them crooked ass cops
Still give it to that ass the old fashion way
So what that L.B.C. Like?
Somethin' uh, to make you move, groove
We don't really give a mad fuck nigga what?
Eastside, one five, two, one
Platinum on our chest nigga, yup, yup
It's hard to maintain on the front line
Young Gs, lil' Gs, casualties and war
Where the shit don't stop and them six fours hop
I'm about to make the shit crack
We do the damn thang all night
Strictly insane and we do the damn thang
Footin' to the metal, every hand on stiletto
I never learned to crip
'Cause that's all I see, I luv it
All blue nigga what y'all wanna do?
I'll never C-walk, do the time of life
It ain't no thang when you bang wit the Dogg Pound
All blue nigga what y'all wanna do?
If ya just get socked, don't trip gettin' dropped
(I luv it)
Check this out 'cuz I gotta get mine
It's so, uh, gangsta, it's so, uh, prankster
Gettin' mad stuck, catch you comin' out the cut
To the graveyard or the penetentary
The Old Fashioned Way'
I smell ya Battle Cat
It's the hoodie, hoodie, goodie, goodie
Eastsidaz come back
I luv it, we keepin' that shit G
Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw
So we push the turf steady pushin' work
(I luv it)
The way the homies come through
We got hos to the left
Comin' in front and center state ya name and game
Eastsidaz, 'Duces 'N Trayz
Now that's funky, that's so funky, I have to say, uh
(I luv it)
We got straps in this bitch I got somethin' on fat
One nine and a muthafuckin' dime
And defintely sets the mood
Murder block to the swamp front of grand mama house
Eastsidaz come back
All black wit a little bit of gold
Givin' it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin'
Yeah, C-walkin' on you pranksters, nigga
(I luv it)
We always gon' roll and stay way too deep
It's the big bad Eastsider rollin'
Aye loc, I represent till the shit don't stop
Oh yeah, what's Crip-a-lat'n baby?
Motherfuckers what's happenin'
Now how many blocks we controllin'
Can't stop, won't stop
We got hos to the left
Low ridahs, Eastsidaz comin' wit that G shit
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
(I luv it)
Zoom
Wannabes on they knees, tryna beef wit a gizze
I'm keepin' that shit gangsta
