Lyrics We da West - Snoop Dogg , Tha Dogg Pound , Problem feat. Glasses Malone , Damani
Come
on
man,
Eastsidaz
Eastside...
Infamous
Mobb
Infamous
Mobb
Deep
Out
the
muthafuckin
depths
in
New
York,
its
P
You
couldn't
get
close
enough
to
even
touch
the
kid
If
you
did,
you
wouldn't
get
far
enough
to
bag
I
put
my
guns
to
work
on
your
bitch
ass
Hold
up,
niggas
fuckin
up
the
game
Put
my
name
in
statements,
cooperating
wit
these
and
talkin
Fuck
it,
I'll
still
buck
em
and
gamble
wit
my
freedom
These
niggas
gon
learn
to
respect
the
P-Dub
I
don't
take
no
shit
off
of
nobody
No
nigga,
no
bitch,
lets
get
rich
and
party
Lets
not
test
my
gangsta,
thats
how
you
get
bodied
Thats
how
hearts
get
took,
pride
get
damaged
Lives
is
shedded,
fuckin
wit
these
east
side
niggas
We
teach
y'all
niggas
bout
this
murder
shit
We
got
Tray
Deee,
Goldie
Loc,
Hav
and
P
Kokane,
wit
my
nigga
Snoop
D-O-G-G
Big
hitters,
wig
splitters,
give
niggas
the
blues
Fools
loud
mouth
we
all
about
spittin
them
tools
From
the
coast
of
the
locs
were
the
Gs
was
born
And
we
raise
up
B.G.s
to
keep
it
goin
In
the
alleys,
not
the
valleys,
killa
Cali
the
zone
Long
Beach
bringin
heat
takin
off
when
its
on
Fuck
pretty,
come
gritty
when
we
bring
the
noise
Big
boys
play
wit
keeps
when
we
bring
the
toys
Wet
T-shirts,
we
search
to
put
in
work,
cuz
Come
back
for
ya
homies
as
you
gettin
ya
dirt
dug
Congregatin,
operatin
Gs
and
hustlas
You
other
muthafuckas
can't
concieve
our
structures
The
DPGC,
the
M-O-B-B,
stricly
east
side
and
we
ride
on
G.P.
Bandanas,
hoodies,
timbos
and
chucks
Stay
mashin
on
bustas
not
givin
a
fuck
Eastsidaz
and
Mobb
Deep
We
connected
From
the
West
to
the
East
Connected
Oh
what
you
got
beef?
Connected
Run
up
on
ya
while
ya
sleep
Stay
connected
My
nephews
play
wit
keeps
We
connected
From
the
West
to
the
East
Connected
Blast
ya
ass
in
the
streets
We
connected
Eastsidaz&Mobb
Deep
Stay
connected
For
life
Connect
wit
my
dogs
be
that
serious
shit
Serious
things
when
M-O-B
and
sidaz
bang
Ice
and
chains,
be
best
that
you
hide
those
thangs
And
pressure
to
that
ass
we
apply
those
thangs
Told
you
fucks
before,
when
it
rains
it
pours
Its
a
cold,
cold,
cold
world
nigga
its
Doggy
Dogg
Better
walk
or
crawl(for
real),
cause
on
the
real
homeboy
Fuck
around
and
you'll
be
up
in
the
morgue
Moms
praisin
the
lords,
rev
paintin
the
picture
Of
a
wise
young
man
who
didn't
get
the
picture
We
keep
it
gangsta
nigga,
don't
get
it
twisted
nigga
Cross
me
nigga,
you'll
wind
up
a
missin
nigga
QB
and
we
trully,
rep
for
ours
Wars
and
scars,
bitches
in
a
gang
of
whips
When
it
came
to
this
game
though
we
changed
the
shit
And
fuck
who
you
wit,
its
what
you
up
in
the
club
but
yo
Uzis,
AKs,
Glock
40s
and
Tech
9s
Tryna
take
mines,
you'll
be
a
dead
muthafucka
Come
up
short,
wit
yo
life
on
support
Burnin
rubber
down
the
street
in
a
black
super
spoke
Fo'
pokes
to
the
neck,
five
sticks
to
the
dome
Gun
powder
on
my
clothes
when
I
smacked
him
in
his
nose
Real
talk,
show
you
how
to
walk
the
walk
All
black
all
times
when
I
scheme
and
stalk
Its
somethin
about
bein
a
cold
blooded
killa
I'm
bananas
my
nigga,
like
a
black
ass
guerilla
I'm
G'd
up,
smokin
all
the
muthafuckin
weed
up
Drinkin
on
a
full
cup
nigga
Yeah,
defintely
connected
How
you
love
that?
Uh,
like
I
said
you
can't
spell
the
West
wit
out
the
ES
East
side
up
eastsidaz
From
QB
to
the
LB
You
see
what
I
see
and
G
how
I
G
Feel
me?
Eastsidaz,
duces
and
trayz
the
old
fashioned
way
Alchemist...
Uh,
yeah-yay
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