paroles de chanson Eastside, Westside - Lil' 1/2 Dead
What's
happenin
Let's
drop
this
shit
off
for
the
homie
from
Long
Beach
Let's
say
Compton
and
the
L-B-C
meet
the
east
and
west
again
Motherfuckin
Half
Dead
in
this
bitch
My
nigga
Tray
in
this
bitch
They
call
me
the
hurricane
Chill,
check
it
out
A
little
sumthin
for
the
clubs,
crips,
rucks
for
your
ride
G'z
and
locs
from
the
east
and
the
westside
Dedicated
to
the
gang
related
Fuckin
fools
down
makin
the
other
side
runnin
high
Throw
your
straps
in
the
sky
one
time
Buck
buck,
buck,
we
don't
give
a
fuck
Lay
yo
ass
in
the
gutter
or
shit
Keep
the
bust
to
my
niggas
from
the
east
and
the
west
click
This
is
dedicated
to
the
east
and
the
westside
(Yeah,
this
is
dedicated
to
the
east
and
the
westside
baby)
So
put
your
shit
in
the
deck
or
just
replace
and
let
the
take
ride
(We
gon
put
it
in
and
let
it
ride
baby)
Cuz
me
and
my
homie
Chill
are
droppin
gangsta
shit
(We
droppin
enough
of
that
gangsta
shit)
The
type
o'
shit
that
none
of
you
bustaz
can
fuck
with
(That's
right,
where
none
of
you
bustaz
can
fuck
with)
So
step
the
fuck
back
before
you
smacked
all
in
ya
face
(Before
you
get
smacked
up)
Cuz
when
it
comes
to
puttin
it
down
Half
Dead
runs
the
whole
place
(Yeah)
We
chillin
on
the
eastside,
smokin
weed
on
the
westside
Gettin
drunk
on
the
eastside,
fuckin
bitches
on
the
westside
Gettin
jacked
on
the
eastside,
one
times
on
the
westside
O.G.'z
on
the
eastside,
O.G.'z
on
the
westside
One
two,
one
two
Now
that
shit
ain't
got
thick
So
I'm
throwin
up
the
westside
on
the
one
hype
click
Slumped
up
in
an
8-5
cuthey
Indo
smoke,
bumpin
my
buddy
On
my
way
to
the
east,
don't
need
no
strap
cuz
niggas
act
peace
No
nigga
set-trippin
and
thangs
Just
a
couple
o'
homies
throwin
up
gang,
mayne
Everybody
got
dodo,
oh
no
Here
comes
the
homies
in
the
lo-lo
Eastside,
westside
(westside)
Niggas
stay
down
for
your
crown,
hoo-ride
You
know
I
gotsta
stay
down
for
my
crown
I
be's
that
crazy
ass
nigga
from
the
(eastsiiiide)
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
Smokin
weed
on
the
eastside,
gettin
drunk
on
the
westside
Mothafuckas
on
the
eastside,
mothafuckas
on
the
westside
Gang
o'
hoes
on
the
eastside,
gang
o'
tricks
on
the
westside
Big
booty
on
the
eastside,
big
ass
buttery
on
the
westside
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
gang-bangin,
just
cavvy
slangin
Late
night
niggas
on
the
corner
hangin
Trynna
make
a
buck,
and
still
don't
give
a
fuck
So
run
up
and
your
ass
will
get
stuck
So
take
heas
to
the
words
that
I
kick
Cuz
I
drops
nuttin
but
gangsta
shit,
beyotch
This
is
dedicated
to
the
east
and
the
westside
So
put
your
shit
in
the
deck
or
just
replace
and
let
the
take
ride
Cuz
me
and
my
homie
Chill
are
droppin
gangsta
shit
The
type
o'
shit
that
none
of
you
bustaz
can
fuck
with
So
step
the
fuck
back
before
you
smacked
all
in
ya
face
Cuz
when
it
comes
to
puttin
it
down
Half
Dead
runs
the
whole
place
Gettin
drunk
on
the
eastside,
motherfuckers
on
the
westside
They
gettin
loaded
down
the
eastside,
big
bitches
on
the
westside
Niggas
slangin
on
the
eastside,
niggas
hangin
on
the
westside
One
times
on
the
eastside,
big
bitches
on
the
westside
One
two,
one
two
This
is
fo'
them
punk
ass
bitches
You
thought
you
knew
Westside
and
eastsida,
rida,
fo'
life
You
lil'
trick,
ol'
beyotch
Murderin
shit
Me
and
my
nigga
Half
Dead
and
my
nigga
Tray,
yo
yo
yo
yo
yo
Niggas,
makin
them
motherfuckin
tracks
for
the
westcoast
Westcoast,
gangsta
most
Containin
the
truth
nigga,
like
this
anybody
can
do
For
my
nigga
Half
Dead
Compton
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