Текст песни East Easton (feat. Ma'at Amethyst the Queen) - ZackTaylor

My Nana was a true hustler
Aint nobody hustle harder than her, and thats on everything
She always made due no matter what
Even if she had 10 grand kids with her, we all ate

At Nanas house, we fight, we love
At Nanas house, we cry, we hug
At Nanas house, we group, we fuss
At Nanas house, we clown, at East Easton
At Nanas house, we fight, we love
At Nanas house, we cry, we hug
At Nanas house, we group, we fuss, at East Easton

My cousins were on track I was on summer break
Bout to slide back to the To' dawg I couldn't wait
North side where all the youngins soon will claim their place
Same street we played ball they will steal your scrape
But no worries on my end, on the scooters we flying
To a state of euphoria speed limit defying
Man where I am
Can't no other hood come close
335 Was like heaven depending who you told
Like I mentioned beforehand, things are dicey when 7 hits
But no lucky numbers involved when the trees ain't the ones with sticks
Everybody knew the rule when the street lights were lit
We just do what adolescent activities could fit over

At Nanas house, we fight, we love
At Nanas house, we cry, we hug
At Nanas house, we group, we fuss
At Nanas house, we clown, at East Easton
At Nanas house, we fight, we love
At Nanas house, we cry, we hug
At Nanas house, we group, we fuss, at East Easton

No way you'd find a sever in between that bond
We done formed together stationed by the koi fish pond
Impressing folks with backflips at Frisbee park front lawn
Try to race back up to Easton soon as day hits dawn
Time to dive into the toons before adult swim airs
But then again they had some bangers until the old heads cared
Turn that off and go to bed before y'all ass get scared
That was half true but we cannot be touched in pairs
Now that's a unit
No matter truth or dare we had to do it
Shoot them ones that's fair by uncle Doobies
But after all it's love and that's the truest
Type of energy built up at

At Nanas house, we fight, we love
At Nanas house, we cry, we hug
At Nanas house, we group, we fuss
At Nanas house, we clown, at East Easton
At Nanas house, we fight, we love
At Nanas house, we cry, we hug
At Nanas house, we group, we fuss, at East Easton

I remember that big white 16 passensger van
Nana picking us up and taking us to the holiday skate rink up the street, for the 7 to 7
Folks was crump dancing and skating, from 7pm to 7am
When we came, everbody knew we was coming