Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside
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Never had a site to rhyme, but I'm still mobbin
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[Goldie Loc]
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Dope dealers, to the fullest
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I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets
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Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks
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Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up
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Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest
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Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this
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No need to be a punk just dump when I say so
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Empty the clip another block let's go
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I don't give a fuck about some posted what
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So C slide me the mac so I can rip shit up
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We aint finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin
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We aint rollin wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin
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The plan don't stop nigga, fuck the cops
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If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop
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That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks
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You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up
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Just blast for me, and I'ma blast for you
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When I'm in jail, get cash, and I'ma mash for you
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That's on the real homeboy don't let me down
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I clown homeboy and I bang the pound
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HOOK: Tray Deee
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We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz
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And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
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Killers, cutthroats, and knivers
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Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors
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(repeat)
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[Tray Deee]
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I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days
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Nappy ass french braids and it aint no thang
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Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes
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Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines
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On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard
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Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
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One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
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Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls
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Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down
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But I done made it too far to stop now
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Results of a banger, to most I'ma danger
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No hope for those who come to close to the chamber
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Bitches lovin I'ma gangster so fuck it
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No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket
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Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don't work
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First look, say I'ma crook that did dirt for the turf
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High talk, high walk, when I stalk the street
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Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet
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It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul
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Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial
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Aim is to be famous wit major loot
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A gang of juice, in case I gots to bring the troops
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And everybody know the eastside the craziest
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So motherfuckers know it aint no fadin this
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HOOK 2X
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Tha Eastsidaz
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| Snoop Dogg |
