Eastside, Westside

Lyrics

[Intro Dialogue: Tha Chill] What's happening? Let's drop this shit off for the homie from Long Beach Let's say Compton and the L-B-C meet once again Motherfucking Half Dead in this bitch My nigga Tray in this bitch They call me the hurricane Chill, check it out [Verse 1: Tha Chill] A little something for the bloods, crips, rucks for your ride G'z and locs from the east and the westside Dedicated to the gang related Buckin' fools down making the other side run and hide Throw your straps in the sky one time Buck buck, buck, we don't give a fuck Lay yo ass in a puddle, shit Quick to bust for my niggas from the east and the west clique [Chorus: Lil' 1/2 Dead] This is dedicated to the east and the westside (Yeah, this is dedicated to the east and the westside baby) So put your shit in the deck adjust the bass and let the tape ride (We gone put it in and let it ride baby) Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit (We dropping nothing but that gangsta shit) The type o' shit that none of you bustaz can fuck with (That shit that none of ya'll can fuck with) So step the fuck back before you smacked all in ya face (Before you get smacked up) Cause when it comes to putting it down Half Dead runs the whole place (Yeah) [Hook: Tha Chill] We chilling on the eastside, smoking weed on the westside Getting drunk on the eastside, fucking bitches on the westside Getting jacked on the eastside, one times on the westside O.G.'z on the eastside, O.G.'z on the westside One two, one two [Verse 2: Tha Chill & Lil 1/2 Dead] Now that shit done got thick So I'm throwing up the westside on the one hype click Slumped up in an 8-5 cuthey Indo smoke, bumping my buddy On my way to the east, don't need no strap cause niggas at peace No nigga set-trippin and thangs Just a couple o' homies throwing up gang, mayne Everybody got dodo, oh no Here comes the homies in the lo-lo Eastside, westside (westside) Niggas stay down for your crown, hoo-ride You know I gotsta stay down for my crown I be's that crazy ass nigga from the (eastsiiiide) eastside part of town The H-A-L-F D-E-A and to the D Straight born and raised in the L-B-C [Hook: Tha Chill] Smokin weed on the eastside, getting drunk on the westside Mothafuckas on the eastside, mothafuckas on the westside Gang o' hoes on the eastside, gang o' tricks on the westside Big booty on the eastside, big ass buttery on the westside [Verse 3: Lil' 1/2 Dead] On a mission on my way back to the east And like my nigga Chill said the east is all about peace Ain't no more gang-bangin, just cavvy slangin Late night niggas on the corner hanging Trynna make a buck, and still don't give a fuck So run up and your ass will get stuck So take heas to the words that I kick Cause I drops nothing but gangsta shit, beyotch [Chorus: Lil' 1/2 Dead] This is dedicated to the east and the westside So put your shit in the deck or just replace and let the take ride Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit The type o' shit that none of you bustaz can fuck with So step the fuck back before you smacked all in ya face Cause when it comes to putting it down Half Dead runs the whole place [Hook: Tha Chill] Getting drunk on the eastside, motherfuckers on the westside They getting loaded down the eastside, big bitches on the westside Niggas slanging on the eastside, niggas hanging on the westside One times on the eastside, big bitches on the westside One two, one two [Outro Dialougue: Tha Chill while DJ Baby G scratches "yea"] This is fo' them punk ass bitches You thought you knew Westside and eastsida, rida, fo' life You lil' trick, ol' beyotch Murdering shit Me and my nigga Half Dead and my nigga Tray, yo yo yo yo yo Niggas, making them motherfucking tracks for the west coast West coast kicks the most Tell you the truth, nigga, this nigga bout to kill it For my nigga Half Dead Compton out