Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song East Vs West, artist - 42 Dugg. Album song Young & Turnt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 4PF, CMG
Song language: English
East Vs West |
| Ayy |
| On everything, ayy |
| Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of shit |
| 'Member old girl? |
| Even after that, I fucked a lot of bitches |
| I miss you, bro |
| R.I.P. |
| to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?) |
| Z06, my nigga, that’s without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy) |
| My youngin doin' a hundred, that’s without a picture (Free them boys, ayy) |
| No family at all, bitch, we kill for a cost |
| You get half off on the Xans, but ain’t no deal on the dog |
| Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, bitch, just take a knee |
| These niggas out here fastin', really hate to eat |
| Probably catch me in traffic, nigga (With what?) |
| A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs) |
| Shit, we came from the ground up |
| I know it hurt you niggas when these bitches hound us |
| Ayy, I’ll really blow this bitch if I don’t sound tough |
| And I ain’t braggin', my nigga, I’m more than active, my nigga |
| I really hit niggas' head, that ain’t no cappin', my nigga |
| We really came from the basement, we in the attic on niggas |
| We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain’t laughin' with niggas |
| They was scared of O, we was blastin' at niggas |
| Ayy, where the mask and the blender? |
| A young scandalous nigga |
| The feds swoopin' my niggas and it damaged a nigga |
| Tend to get a nigga four like I’m gamblin' with it |
| Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it |
| Nigga, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it |
| Give that bitch thirty-five hundred, a nigga cancel your Christmas |
| Still play with white squares like I fuck in the dentist |
| Still’ll snatch you out your shit without askin' permission |
| Trust me, I live it |
| Seen it or did it, remember it vivid |
| You been pussy since middle school, I know you ain’t with it |
| So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us |
| I up this MAC, it’s quiet in the room like I’m takin' attendance |
| A lot of residue from whippin', Mas', I’m takin' the dishes |
| Been in love and fell out, shit, I had to forget it |
| Two hundred thousand in the couch, shit, I’m still from the trenches |
| My niggas fightin' for they life, I pray it’s fourth and some inches |
| Prosecutors playin' goalline D |
| I’m in it for the money, let my hoes find beef |
| For all my bros I don’t see, hope y’all make it out |
| I thought that they was hatin' then, shit, they hatin' now |
| Shit so crazy in the 10, came from fuckin' with the twins |
| Niggas killed my lil' mans, couldn’t even say the route |
| She like, «Dugg, give me the apartment,» you can take the house |
| Came from sippin' on a rose, now we Ace-in' now |
| Niggas tellin' on my bros, yeah, them statements out |
| Might not never see my nigga, but I’m wishin' |
| Take me back to 2010, shit was different |
| R.I.P. |
| my nigga Soda, yeah, I miss him |
| Grew up on the Westside, seen a lot of shit |
| Quick to up my pistol, hit a lot of licks, yeah |
| A nigga said our name and we was poppin' shit |
| Even to this day, we still droppin' shit |
| Know you niggas pussy, we the opposite |
| Hit him from the corner, Stojaković |
| The spot so damn hot, I wanna hide the bitch |
| Took a lot of risks to get an icy wrist |
| Your bitch get in the way and we’ll murk the bitch |
| So many B’s in the crib, we need the curtains fixed |
| Your mans out of state, man, they cursive quick |
| Two straps on me, I’m Urkel, bitch |
| I’m tryna stack it up like that Oprah bitch |
| Money |