Lyric Lower Eastside
1st verse:
in this little session of the promised land
where i lounge wit my homeys and i m freakin my friend
i gots the 6 shoota down by my side
sittin in the ride
pop it in drive i m rolling through the east side
lower slower down for teh dip
now hold up check teh sound flip that bitch
there s a party goin on swingin all night long
they come from mile around to see me freak their ________
but if a sucka wanna trip struttin up beat
i got a gang of hounds to make em pop teeth
i now this crazy-ass fool, bringin old sasson
i got the brass for your ass,
homeboy thought you knew that...
Chorus:
I got homeys on the south side
I know some vatos on the east side
some my homeys wanna g-ride
we re brining up teh lower eastside
(repeat)
2nd Verse:
Los Delinquentes, trippin up the place i hang
hey, it s the guera loco wit the way i swang
see i be rollin through this _____
and my right hand man is Keemo, un delinquente con el gloc en mi hand
es mi vida loca, i m waistin my potential
funky wit the lower eastside fundamentals
lower rides, place between the 5 and teh 91, north of Velandra
I was wit my su-man, my former kung-fu man
my name, Mr. Ives,( who the motha fuck are you man?)
well, i ma roll this grica to let me fingers twitch
cause the lower eastside s up in this bithc adn...
chorus
I got homeys on teh south side
I know some vatos on teh east side
west side homeys wanna g-ride
we re bringin up the lower eastside
3rd Verse:
Well let me think now
what do i wanna play
i got some homeys a hop skip a jump away
where i can always go and catch me a slug fest(what?)
tengo familia all the way up in teh midwest
well let me come back around the grounds where i lounge
the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds
that s where teh homeys will be kickin it
(hey yo that s the N-double guera-5, isn t?)right
shh, escucha, here comes teh man
but i know these streets like the back of my hand
so while the swiney guy be lookin around
i be flippin a frown, as i pump my shi
because, the cuffs won t click
the charges won t stick
i wonder when these people gonna get the fuck up off my dick
there s nowhere you could ever take a drag boy
because i break putos of drive-bys
just a twist of teh cap from the 40 in my lap
wanna scrap we scrap
wanna blast i m strapped
tell me...
chorus(reapeat 4x s)
(music fades till end)
in this little session of the promised land
where i lounge wit my homeys and i m freakin my friend
i gots the 6 shoota down by my side
sittin in the ride
pop it in drive i m rolling through the east side
lower slower down for teh dip
now hold up check teh sound flip that bitch
there s a party goin on swingin all night long
they come from mile around to see me freak their ________
but if a sucka wanna trip struttin up beat
i got a gang of hounds to make em pop teeth
i now this crazy-ass fool, bringin old sasson
i got the brass for your ass,
homeboy thought you knew that...
Chorus:
I got homeys on the south side
I know some vatos on the east side
some my homeys wanna g-ride
we re brining up teh lower eastside
(repeat)
2nd Verse:
Los Delinquentes, trippin up the place i hang
hey, it s the guera loco wit the way i swang
see i be rollin through this _____
and my right hand man is Keemo, un delinquente con el gloc en mi hand
es mi vida loca, i m waistin my potential
funky wit the lower eastside fundamentals
lower rides, place between the 5 and teh 91, north of Velandra
I was wit my su-man, my former kung-fu man
my name, Mr. Ives,( who the motha fuck are you man?)
well, i ma roll this grica to let me fingers twitch
cause the lower eastside s up in this bithc adn...
chorus
I got homeys on teh south side
I know some vatos on teh east side
west side homeys wanna g-ride
we re bringin up the lower eastside
3rd Verse:
Well let me think now
what do i wanna play
i got some homeys a hop skip a jump away
where i can always go and catch me a slug fest(what?)
tengo familia all the way up in teh midwest
well let me come back around the grounds where i lounge
the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds
that s where teh homeys will be kickin it
(hey yo that s the N-double guera-5, isn t?)right
shh, escucha, here comes teh man
but i know these streets like the back of my hand
so while the swiney guy be lookin around
i be flippin a frown, as i pump my shi
because, the cuffs won t click
the charges won t stick
i wonder when these people gonna get the fuck up off my dick
there s nowhere you could ever take a drag boy
because i break putos of drive-bys
just a twist of teh cap from the 40 in my lap
wanna scrap we scrap
wanna blast i m strapped
tell me...
chorus(reapeat 4x s)
(music fades till end)
