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 n*gga sportin them chucks
Never givin a f*ck, so watch out for the come up
Them eastside n*ggas be the crip, crip, craziest
Ride wit my n*ggas 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 f*ck about some posted what
So C slide me the mac so I can rip sh*t up
We ain't finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin
We ain't rollin wit you n*ggas that's scared to do the jackin
The plan don't stop n*gga, f*ck the cops
If a n*gga snitch he the first n*gga to drop
That's on my gang, we ride like mack dubb trucks
You know them n*ggas on the eastside be givin it up
Just blast for me, and I'mma blast for you
When I'm in jail, get cash, and I'mma mash for you
That's on the real homeboy don't let me down
I clown homeboy and I bang the pound
n*gga
HOOK: Tray Deee
We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz
And when we come through real n*ggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats, and knivers
Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors
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[Tray Deee]
I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days
Nappy ass french braids and it ain't no thang
Hang with motherf*ckers wanted for all types of crimes
Plus them little bitty n*ggas on they bikes wit nines
On the grind know I rhyme n*gga times is hard
Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
Toss a n*gga in the street and reach up under my balls
Guns c*cked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down
But I done made it too far to stop now
Results of a banger, to most I'mma danger
No hopes for those who come too close to the chamber
b*tches lovin I'mma gangster so f*ck it
No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket
Tuckin in my shirt naw that sh*t don't work
First look, say I'm a crook that did dirt for the turf
How I talk, how I walk, when I stalk the street
Guarantee who try to see me come across defeat
It's a Eastside lifestyle, wild and foul
Goin out, puttin it down sayin f*ck 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 motherf*ckers knowin ain't no fadin this
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