[Intro]
Uh, give it to me, eastside, eastside
It don't stop, I thought you knew
So peep game on this, yeah
[T-Dubb]
Now, Dubb be the young G from the L-B
Flippin' scripts on the daily, so don't try to fade me
So understand, recognize that I'm comin' through
Keepin' things focused wit' my four man crew
It's inevitable, that I'm runnin' game kickin' facts
Now maybe done wetted 'em for my style keeps you all in check
So booya, what you fools think about that?
Me and ALT, dippin' low in the 'Lac
Subbin' with a hell of a bumps, puffin' blunts
Sinkin' low in the seat with the heat in the trunk
So let's take a dip in my ride
As I take a little trip with the homies to the eastside
[ALT]
I slide through with the joint in my mouth
Give me a pen and a pad, I hit the mic and I'm out
And I know a few players from the L-B
They be for real, now that's what they tell me
And have you heard of a, murderer?
Dubb, he be servin' a, fool like Scarface and then straight swervin'
In a '63 rag, a .44 mag on his side and he's glidin', eastsidin'
It's me, A-L-T, I'm too clever
And it's hell on Earth when these fools get together
From the L-B-C, the S-G-V
It's that Mexican fool you, better recognize me
[Chorus: 2X]
If we blazin' up a sack and we gettin' high
(I got yo' back and you got mine)
When we hangin' on the streets look out for one time 'cause...
(I got yo' back and you got mine)
[Wayniac]
Check it out, my back against the wall, no where to move or look
Should I assume that my partner might book
And take off runnin' at the sign of the drama?
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, got him
Squeeze back, contact has been made
And it's ya partner comin' through with the back fade
Wayniac, the maniac still flippin' the phat sack
Breathin' hard for ya contact
'Cause this is the shit no doubt
That can get yo' ass twisted, missin', lights out
Slippin', not knowin' that you're bait
'Cause you got caught up wit' a nigga that was fake
[DJ Glaze]
Now I got juice like a deuce on seventeen switches
Add another notch on the Glock for the snitches
Rollin' with the Foe 'cause we're goin' for broke
And we leavin' player haters in a cloud of smoke, loc
See we be diggin' way deep, droppin' beats
You can bump while you out hittin' late night creeps
Flossin' like a G with the Foe as we put it down
Livin' like ballaz is the way me and the homies lounge
No slippin', we keeps dippin'
Hittin' them switches as the clock keeps tickin'
It's on and poppin' so fool, ain't no turnin' back
Take it to the bridge as we blaze up a sack
[Chorus]
[O-Genius]
Now I'm a let a fool be a fool, that's the way I gotta
Check one two and I'm the sure shotter
Represent that G spot, click to the fullest
They put me in the mix, so this ese gotta do this
'Cause it ain't no thang to me, bitch
I bust a cap then I'm dumpin' 'em in ditches
Just an everyday thang in my neighborhood
Fiendin' for a grip like a true OG should
Through the avenues, through my city
Throwin' up a G sign, really
Yo, it's that brown skin brother with a Nina on my hip
O-Genius with that Foesum clique
[M&M]
Now I got somethin for that ass if ya creepin' 'em
Steppin' to the Foe motherfuckers, you ain't deep enough
So round up your homies, get ya gats out
'Cause I'm comin' in, creepin' in a drop glass house
'Cause we be rollin' deeper than the ocean and 'Lac's and tre's
Got the coke in the cup, so pass me the E&J
Gettin' drunk and I'm swervin', hittin' side to side
Mixed Black and Mexican, so you know I'm down to ride
'Cause the M&Mster packs the Winchester
And dumpin' on that ass, clear a path when I enter
'Cause whatever goes down, I know my homies will hide me
So get ya ghetto birds and K-9's to find me