I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)

I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)

I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)

I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

I wear a "S" on my chest I prefer my vest

And if the chronic run out loc pass the stress

Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things

Turn up the Alphine and let the woofers bang bang

To the boogie say up jump the boogie

He was trying to get a grip on my cookies I shook him

I coulda took him but he wadn't even worth a bullet

I had my finger on the trigger but I couldn't pull it

From destination to just a nation every day is like summer vacation

Let the bitch wait their some good dubbling in your Kenwood

Turn it up to twenty-one and bop it in your hood

I'm a Eastside nigga (Nigga) gotta have sprilla (Sprilla)

Do or die low down real life killa (Killa)

They coming through the hold on tip toe you swear so

I gotta get your grip ho

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)

I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)

I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)

I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all)

40 Thevz in the house with a fifth y'all (Fifth y'all)

Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp y'all (Pimp y'all)

When I'm rolling through your hood in my six

Oohoohoohoooh that be you

When our four colors rock front and ass out

All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block

Your sounds ain't beating so your girls ain't freaking

Ride so fly got the whole post leaking

Hit 'em in their eyes want to go suicides

Later pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like

To hit the mic for a licken

Hell no I ain't tripping cause I kinda like pimping

Being freer than a pigeon

Got your bitch down in positions all kinda ways

40 Thevz pimping these suckas till they graze

So come with these weak flows if you must

But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)

I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)

I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)

I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride

Like Clyde Drexler this is Eastside

Westa recognize the routine

Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team

So why you telling me to sell a key of yayo?

That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo

We lay low all up in the cut

Nigga suicide burn the bustas up

And I'mma hit 'em up like uppercut

Better shuffle yo feet like double Dutch

Now the party didn't start til I walked in

And it probably won't end til I sip Hen

But in the meantime and in between time

Better tuck in your chin

And learn to take your lumps and grin

You know you can't wait cause I'mma stay on one

One switch one sack one sip but I ain't done

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)

I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)

I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)

I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)

I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)

I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)

I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)

I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)

I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)

I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)

I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)

I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)

I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)