[ Chorus: Kokane & Nate Dogg ]

I was born... coming up from the ghetto

Where the OG's never let go

This is somethin' I had to know

Had to be real sneaky

Watched niggas that tried to creep on me

Stay away from the ones that's sheisty

That's what my momma always told me

When ya livin' on the Eastside – ghetto

In the ghetto, ghetto

I never knew what my life would be – ghetto

In the ghetto, ghetto

I'll show what I'm talkin' 'bout – ghetto

In the ghetto, ghetto

When ya comin from the Eastside – ghetto

In the ghetto, ghetto

I see you takin' bills

[Verse 1: Kam]

I'm ready to ride, ready to roll

Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend ain't knowin

That I'm steadily blowin your back out

Watch me track out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes

Get at em like " Watts up trick" you know how it goes

It's Friday night, the club is about to close

And I was lookin fabulous

So I, got up to stretch 'bout to catch me one of these stragglers

True eastside dogs, and we barkin not simpin

Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin

I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot

Nothin but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my suede shine

I'm from the home of the riots

That's before the peace died but I'm still hollin out eastside

[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]

Uhh, what y'all busters gon' do

When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you?

It ain't about who's sellin' the most caine

Put us all together, nigga, see who run thangs

If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen

Bitch, I'm ghetto fabbed out, so fuck politickin'

Waitin' for a chance and the shit, it never happened

Time is money, and when you get it, keep it clackin'

All you hear is, with my two-inch twist

I keep the Good Year grip, so the dubs don't slip

If you want my claims, I think you best'a make a change

So close your eyes when I let my backend hang

I ride 'til the motherfucking wheels fall off

Domie's got Daytons, Goldie's got Daytons

[Verse 3: Tray Deee]

All burnt to the turf up in a goddamn fool

Old school motherfucker, breakin' jaws and rules

Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set?

All my peers through the years steady gettin' it wet

Give me a rep, that's what I wanted most in my life

Did it all like a hawk, so I'm totin' my stripes

Will I quit it? I'm committed 'til the day I drop

Slangin' rocks, sprayin' shots, sayin' 'fuck the cops'

Locked up in the Chevy and my switches is hot

Gave 'em pain as I swang on the bitches I spot

Bandana on the antenna, swangin' and ridin'

Eastsidin', ghetto life is invitin'

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]

Me and my brother had to walk to school

I used to get hand-me-down clothes from Joe Cool

A couple of Dickies, with some crokersacks

Damn, cuz, I can't believe my kinfolk gave me that

Had a nigga lookin' G'd up, with the scarf on my head

Stealin sheets; on my bed

Eatin' baloney sandwiches without no motherfuckin' bread

I stole a pack of chips with the big homie Fred

Now we sippin' on some Kool-Aid

I got suspended from school for cussin' out the teacher's aid

And now I'm 'bout to get a whoopin'

But you know I'm steady woofin'

On the side where they ride the most

East Side of the Beach, West Side of the coast

And we ghetto like a motherfuckin' hot buttered toast

In the mornin' with some government cheese (Government cheese)

We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin' dice on our knees

Get your money first, rule number one – hello

Livin' it up, is livin' life in the ghetto

[ Chorus: Kokane & Nate Dogg ]

I was born... coming up from the ghetto

Where the OG's never let go

This is somethin' I had to know

Had to be real sneaky

Watched niggas that tried to creep on me

Stay away from the ones that's sheisty

That's what my momma always told me

When ya livin' on the Eastside – ghetto

In the ghetto, ghetto

I never knew what my life would be – ghetto

In the ghetto, ghetto

I'll show what I'm talkin' 'bout – ghetto

In the ghetto, ghetto

When ya comin from the Eastside – ghetto

In the ghetto, ghetto

I see you takin' bills