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1st verse:
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in this little session of the promised land
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where i lounge wit my homeys and i'm freakin' my friend
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i gots the 6 shoota' down by my side
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sittin' in the ride
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pop it in drive i'm rolling through the east side
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lower slower down for teh dip
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now hold up check teh sound flip that bitch
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there's a party goin' on swingin' all night long
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they come from mile around to see me freak their ________
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but if a sucka' wanna trip struttin' up beat
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i got a gang of hounds to make 'em pop teeth
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i now this crazy-ass fool, bringin' old sasson
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i got the brass for your ass,
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homeboy thought you knew that...
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Chorus:
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I got homeys on the south side
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I know some vatos on the east side
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some my homeys wanna g-ride
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we're brining up teh lower eastside
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(repeat)
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2nd Verse:
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Los Delinquentes, trippin' up the place i hang
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hey, it's the guera loco wit the way i swang
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see i be rollin through this _____
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and my right hand man is Keemo, un delinquente con el gloc en mi hand
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es mi vida loca, i'm waistin my potential
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funky wit the lower eastside fundamentals
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lower rides, place between the 5 and teh 91, north of Velandra
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I was wit my su-man, my former kung-fu man
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my name, Mr. Ives,( who the motha'fuck are you man?)
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well, i'ma roll this grica to let me fingers twitch
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'cause the lower eastside's up in this bithc adn...
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chorus
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I got homeys on teh south side
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I know some vatos on teh east side
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west side homeys wanna g-ride
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we're bringin' up the lower eastside
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3rd Verse:
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Well let me think now
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what do i wanna play
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i got some homeys a hop skip a jump away
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where i can always go and catch me a slug fest(what?)
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tengo familia all the way up in teh midwest
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well let me come back around the grounds where i lounge
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the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds
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that's where teh homeys will be kickin' it
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(hey yo that's the N-double guera-5, isn't?)right
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shh, escucha, here comes teh man
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but i know these streets like the back of my hand
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so while the swiney guy be lookin' around
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i be flippin' a frown, as i pump my shi
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because, the cuffs won't click
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the charges won't stick
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i wonder when these people gonna get the fuck up off my dick
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there's nowhere you could ever take a drag boy
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because i break putos of drive-bys
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just a twist of teh cap from the 40 in my lap
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wanna scrap we scrap
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wanna blast i'm strapped
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tell me...
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chorus(reapeat 4x's)
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(music fades 'till end)
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Lower Eastside
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Delinquent Habits |