Eastside Drama lyrics

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Rolling in my motherf*cking rag-top Chevrolet
Eazy-E headed Eastside, Trece
To kick it with my homeboys, chill
Hit 'em up, C-P-motherf*cking-T for real
Rolling down Compton Boulevard
See some B.G.'s selling dope by the school yard
Throw up my set I say "What's up"
Eazy-motherf*cking-E the OG, I gives a f*ck
Now I'm in LA and I'm flossing
See a b*tch I used to f*ck, bust a left at Slauson
At a light, on Hoover make a right
All the way down to 49th
Aw sh*t, I'm here
Pop the trunk, I got bud and beer
You can't f*ck with us, you can't fade it
Cause the locos I kick it with is straight gang related
Motherf*cker

[Hook: Toker & Danger]
It's always drama on the Eastside
Cause we don't give a f*ck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cause we don't give a f*ck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cause we don't give a f*ck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cause we don't give a f*ck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cause we don't give a f*ck
Because there's always drama on the Eastside
Cause we don't give a f*ck
[Eazy-E]
Yeah, so why don't you tell these motherf*ckers what it's really like on the motherf*cking Eastside
Kick that sh*t

[Verse 2: Toker & Danger]
Crazy gang bangers, we don't give a f*ck
Bald head, Ben Davis, like my homeboy said
Blue-ragging for the Sur, I ain't down with the red
Crazy motherf*ckers from the streets of LA
Eastside South Central's where the f*ck we stay
Hanging out with the homies, out banging non-stop
Rolling deep like a motherf*cker always on the block
Smoking that sherm, tripping out on the high
f*ck these fools up, holding down the Eastside
I can put this on my mom and everything I love
I'mma die for my hood, I'm not no motherf*cking punk
I'm a straight gang-banger that don't give a sh*t
And got a gang of crazy homies that you can't f*ck with
Bald head, creased up, got my sh*t, I'm strapped
Eastside on my stomach, 13 on my back
So run up motherf*cker and watch your ass get cold
Ese f*cking with the homie's just like f*cking with the hood
Put a slug in your culo and make this sh*t understood
Simon, you know how this sh*t go, yeah

[Hook]
[Verse 3: Toker, Wicked, and Danger]
South Central, Eastside where the trece ride
We put a strap to your head, f*ck a punk drive-by
Back up on the time, we was getting high
Hitting corners on a beach cruiser through the Eastside
Putos slip, where the f*ck you from
The motherf*ckers run so we caught the slowest one
Knock the foo out, shank his ass in the neck
Started tripping on his head and beating on his chest
You slipped and got caught, now you layed to rest
In the streets of the hood we don't give a f*ck
I got the cuete at my side keeping trucha for the cops
f*ck that loco, I ain't going out
25 with the L, three strikes, I ain't going down
We do what we gotta do and get on
And dump the cuete off 'cause that's the way that sh*t's done
In crazy ass Los it's an everyday trip
You gotta watch your back, if not you're gonna get clipped
f*cking crazy ass vatos, pelones, cabrones
Coming at you motherf*ckers creeping out of callejones
Hell yeah, homies going crazy at that wack
You gotta rack these motherf*ckers with this crazy ass tatts
I'm down with my hood and my crazy ass homies
Real motherf*ckers, we don't f*ck with phonies
Eastside till I die and the trece til my grave
I live and I'll die in the streets of LA
Kicking back in the hood and we always kick it deep
Holding down and protect and I'll kill for my street
Bang for the gang, and down to bust some time
And don't give a f*ck because I'm down for any crime
f*cking fools up and breaking putos down
My homeboys got my back so I done spit twelve rounds
f*ck that ese we don't give a f*ck
Eastside till I die
You don't like it?
Run up
[Hook]

[Outro Dialougue: Toker]
Yeah
Brownside's in the pinche casa, que no homeboy
That's right
Showing putos how it goes and sh*t like that
Tu sabes
Straight gang-banging, 49th Street is in the pinche casa
Bang bang bang motherf*ckers
South Central
What's up Danger
Eastside's how we do it ese
All these fake, wanna-be motherf*ckers
Listen to the real crazy loco
213 is in the pinche casa
All the homies from Eastside Trece