East Side, West Side (Album Version)

Lyrics

[Chorus x4] Eastside, nigga, Westside, nigga [Verse 1: Young Keystone] Here I come with a 410 Mossberg Pistol grip pump, now punk fools finna get served Chillin' in the cut, with my mothafuckin' road dogs Smokin' a blunt, now my car's full of herb smoke Niggas in Watts they grew up by that gang shit It's time to get paid, to live the life of rich and famous Just because we peacin', we ain't down with no bullshit I'm rollin on D's, I got my 9 with the 1-6 Nigga tryna step to me to show me he's brave But I'm afraid you been slayed and now you brave in the grave, punk I said I told ya, that fuckin' with the Eastside streets Don't come alone, they'll catch and flat you in the city of Tombstone, G The boss players and operations from the Bottoms - Did we get him? Yes, we got him - No, you didn't Fool, I shot him Can't you tell by the bloodshed deep in the streets? I killed a nigga in the alley of the Eastside streets [Verse 2: G-Pops] G-Pops, once again, I'm back High off that indo blunt, twisted off the Cognac A Young Soldier comin' straight from the Westside So much dirt on my jacket from my past time As a young nigga comin' up, I had to get mine Catch a county bitch, comin' up at yo' catch-line Step to the bitch, kinda cruise, snatch the hoe's purse Now I'm down the strip, in some khakis and Converse I peep deep, tryna roll, but I shoot they ass Grip in the purse, food stamps and a lotta cash Get to the 9 Block, to try to make my money back But I said "Fuck it", went it for the Chronic sack A couple of 22, the sess ain't right Feelin' kinda bent, wanna put in work tonight Call my nigga Rampage strapped with a Trey 8 Who got the nine? It's my nigga Mr. Headache So now y'all know, how the young niggas ride You better be strapped when you roll through the mothafuckin' Westside [Chorus x4] Eastside, nigga, Westside, nigga [Verse 3: KeyLow G?] Fresh out the pen, 4 years in a cell block Back on the Eastside, yeah, the Bottom of Watts Call up my nigga Eyez, we went straight to the Swap Meet Bought us some Polos, some khakis and Romeo Still went shit that I roll in high school But gotta stay new too 'cause niggas kill over Red and Blue, hm Yeah, it's a shame, how Black folks live But I pack a nine 'cause ain't about to get did Livin' in Watts, is a full time job 'Cause niggas don't go to work, and slang dope and they rob About to get a sack, I ain't finna starve I put this shit in a bottle, I rock it up 'til it's hard Bought me a '6-4, fresh black Daytonas I got the nine in my lap, tryna jack, you a goner We hit a red light, jump in the turnin' lane A car swoop up Mulholland, Lil' Stretch, this shit look strange We bust a quick ass left, on Imperial Damn, we got T'd by a blue fuckin' Rico Dropped of some sess into the jets My nigga let down his window and got off, with the fuckin' TEC Bararow was the sound we he pulled the trigga Welcome to the Eastside, nigga [Verse 4: Dogg] Once again, once again, the Dogg is back What's up to the hookers and peace to the hood rats My hood is down below, too hoe for the tip-top I got enough jackers, get around like 2Pac Damn, here comes the One Time, what it's all about? Throw the strap in the bushes, put the yay in my mouth Gotta get away, can't be goin' to jail and Nothin' but smooth sailin', uh, uh, uh The YG's on yo' ass, bitch Quick to rip up shit, and quick to bust yo' bitch So if you know me, you know that I'm a trooper Ben Davis suit, black beanies and my Pumas The Dogg finna batch ya, yeah, bitch, and you knowin' Before I go, WESTSIDE, keep it goin' (Haha) [Chorus x4] Eastside, nigga, Westside, nigga [Verse 5: Big Freeze] It's the nigga Big Freeze like a breeze from the Eastside Comin' from the hood where the most police die Maniac, homicide, that's my identity Just like the Chronic, takin' niggas to infinity Strapped with a Glock, with the plastic ring Get ready for the casket, mane Eatin' your ass up like acid rain Eastside drama, nigga's baby mama givin' the cock up Fools die 'cause they didn't know Watts Up Left in the blood-bath, of the psychopath This Watts nigga's on the trigga so tell me what's up, nigga? The Westside is the best side, fuck you tramp hoes That's why I'm dickin' the hoes, rippin' the hoes and blazin' up indo On the Eastside of Watts where the boss players lurk We come deep with heat and ain't afraid to put in work So you better watch your back 'Cause the Eastside of Watts where the real cap peelers at [Verse 6: DBA Flip] Don't make a move, I got my strap to yo' back It ain't nothin' personal, just tryna keep my pockets fat Peep my lethal weapon, it's a chromed out Smith & Wesson Better hope my 2-11'll turn a 1-87 (1-87) Got my partners wit' me just to watch my back side Bustin' caps like these raps, are you wit' me, Westside? (Right) Nothin' but a G, just don't let me catch you slippin' Damn near no conscience so there ain't gon' be no simpin' On why you bummin' to flip, don't gimme none of that lit 'Cause all this "we brothers" shit ain't gonna make my ass rich I'm leavin' no clues and either way you lose I catch you slippin', now you a victim of this Westside jack move [Chorus x4] Eastside, nigga, Westside, nigga [Verse 7: Tweedy Bird Loc] It's that Eastside criminal, comin' outta Compton Tweedy B-I-R-D will be steady bombin' Cuttin' mothafuckas like scissors Turnin' 'em inside out, so stop bitchin' Step into Hell's Kitchen, punk, I am the chef And if we play the game of cards, I'm dealin' out death Ain't no need for a rep, because I deal with all rules I fight dirty, givin' blow, to the family jewels I waited too long but now I'm in the mix flowin' Comin' out blastin' in case, you not knowin' Show and tell, as I bail off the streets on the East The B, the I-R-D, the G, the T-B, puttin' niggas to sleep Too big to creep, so I charge like a buffalo Throwin' blows at my foes and I never trust a hoe I'm the quiet assassin, known to hoo-ride So lock all your doors, niggas, when you roll through the Eastside [Interlude: Tweedy Bird Loc] Yeah, that's how we livin' on the Eastside, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, peace out to the West [Verse 8: OYG Big Wy] Come one, come all but first step to the side YG Big Wy regulatin' the Westside Bustin' hoes and jackin' 'em, with my conversation From Inglewood to Watts I got a reputation (Where the fuck that at, nigga?) Oh, at first you didn't hear me? If you comin' from the East, it's the Westside that sit you With the killas, 2-11 troopers, candy apple Caddy Coupers Crocker Sack khaki suiters Watch a bitch in a Jetta, what stays in a Beretta? .3-80 off safety, say your prayers when I get ya Creepin' in the kut, Big Wy's unpredictable The Soldierz is the best 'cause the rest is despicable Rollin' low with a 4 with a bitch that I'm tossin' Pager in my hand, flip phone so I'm flossin' Quick to rip up, punk, this a stick up Nigga, if you ain't a Soldier, throw your shit up [Chorus x4] Eastside, nigga, Westside, nigga [Verse 9: Lil' Stretch] I ain't comin' short on a totem pole I'm fully red out the Watts live to sellin' coal? Niggas die 24/7 over punk shit If I'mma kill him for his grip and not a punk bitch Check the pedigree, all the shit that I been doin', G It's 'bout money, 'cause that punk shit to pass me I made a choice, yeah, I'm out to get it all Bless my young G's comin' up, keep 'em standin' tall Call up Big Wally, kick this shit about a half 'em in "Yo, it's a party on the Five, nigga", yeah, I'm wit' it Went to the party, it was bumpin', we came through the back My boy said "Don't look at them hookers, man, that ass is fat" I mixed the Psycho with a Gin and took a long hit And started freakin' with the bitch and got a hard dick She looked at me and said "You hard up but don't even know me" I told her "400, you can meet me and my homie" "And we'll give you 50 back only if the pussy's good" We toast her up and let the bitch to the fuckin' hood Don't get it wrong, I got love for the Westside Shouts to my mothafuckin' niggas known to hoo-ride So if you really hear me, nigga, won't you let me know Roll up the window, fire up that indo I'mma do the same as a young nigga, roll back to the EASTSIDE Where we known to jack [Chorus x4] Eastside, nigga, Westside, nigga [Outro x4] Whassup, bitch? Whassup, bitch? Woo woo, woo woo