Lyrics Eastside, Westside - Lil 1/2 Dead

A little something for the Bloods, Crips
Rucks for your ride
G's and loccs from the East and the Westside
Dedicated to the gang-related
Bucking fools down, making the other side run and hide
Throw your straps in the sky one time
Buck-buck, buck, we don't give a fuck
Lay your ass in a puddle, shi'
Quick to bust for my niggas from the East and the West clique

(Half Dead & Tha Chill)
This is dedicated to the East and the Westside
So put your shit in the deck, adjust the bass
And let the tape ride
Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit
The type of shit that none of you bustas can't fuck with
So step the fuck back before you get slapped all in your face
Cause when it comes to putting it down
Half Dead runs the whole place

Niggas hanging on the Eastside
Smoking weed on the Westside
Getting drunk on the Eastside
Fucking bitches on the Westside
Getting jacked on the Eastside
One-time's on the Westside
OG's on the Eastside
OG's on the Westside
One-two, one-two

(2: Tha Chill)
Now that shit ain't got thick
So I'm throwing up the Westside on the one hype clique
Slumped up in a 85 Cuthey
Indo smoke, bumping "My Buddy"
On my way to the East
Don't need no strap cause niggas at peace
No nigga set tripping and thangs
Just a couple of homies throwing up their gang, mane
Everybody got do-do
Oh no, here comes the homies in the low-low
Eastside, Westside
Niggas, stay down for you crown
Hoo-ride!

(3: Half Dead)
You know I gots to stay down for my crown
I'm just a crazy-ass nigga from the Eastside part of town
The H-A-L-F-D-E-A and to the D
Straight born and raised in the L-B-C

(Tha Chill)
Smoking weed on the Eastside
Getting drunk on the Westside
Muthafuckas on the Eastside
Muthafuckas on the Westside
Gang o' hoes on the Eastside
Gang o' tricks on the Westside
Big booty on the Eastside
Big ass buttery pussy on the Westside

(4: Half Dead)
On a mission on my way back to the East
And like my nigga Chill said, the East is all about peace
Ain't no more gangbanging, just cavy slanging
Late-night niggas on the corner, hanging
Trying to make a buck and still don't give a fuck
So run up, and your ass'll get stuck
So take heeds to the words that I kick
Cause I drops nothing but gangsta shit

(Half Dead & Tha Chill)
This is dedicated to the East and the Westside
So put your shit in the deck, adjust the bass
And let the tape ride
Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit
The type of shit that none of you bustas can't fuck with
So step the fuck back before you get slapped all in your face
Cause when it comes to putting it down
Half Dead runs the whole place

Getting drunk on the Eastside
Muthafuckas on the Westside
They getting loaded on the Eastside
Big bitches on the Westside
Niggas slanging on the Eastside
Niggas hanging on the Westside
One-time's on the Eastside
Big bitches on the Westside
One-two, one-two