I'm on the eastside rolling With my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) We're just tryna do it big Like that Bed-Stuy, nigga And the feds looking, Pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga That's my nigga, word up
4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho Cash out [??] nigga with the pounds low He count on me even when I move slow Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas) Come through popping with all my niggas (my niggas) You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter) You should've seen how we ate last dinner I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas In the game, I'm the keep it right nigga 'Cause all these rap niggas know My niggas wanna get 'em Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh They tryna have me on some sucker shit I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script
Came through the block with everything that's new Sipping that motherfucking DS2 I can't fuck with him if he ain't true They like, he alright but he ain't you We like, five milli on board the ship I was the richest nigga on the tip Locked down the the killers And the robbers, going hard in it Open the gate, jump on the lift And now we headed to the westside, Rolling in some [??] shit Double in the backseat, it look like a [??] You ain't gotta ask me Nigga, you ain't got shit You ain't talking money, I see you [??] with the topic You be only fucking with niggas that be on cop shit I be only fucking with bitches that get it popping You don't wanna see on of my niggas face in the [??] Tear up your corner over some nonsense
I'm on the eastside rolling With my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) We're just tryna do it big Like that Bed-Stuy, nigga And the feds looking, Pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga That's my nigga, word up
Can a real crip, get a lil' bit Dump on a nigga for some silly shit A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah Gang bang niggas who he really with (real) And we don't talk to no motherfucking law Cooked up, caked up, slanging that raw, nigga Roll through the city, give [??] Banging with the loud or the silencer Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off Come through the hood and you will get fucked off Nigga, this's crip on my, two times Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, nigga What y'all thought? We criss to cross You miss, your loss, we settin' it off
I'm on the eastside rolling With my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) We're just tryna do it big Like that Bed-Stuy, nigga And the feds looking, Pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga That's my nigga, word upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
