Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Norte Sidin , by - WoodieRelease date: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Norte Sidin |
| Much pride north side of the golden state |
| It’s woodie wood from the a-n-t-i-o-c-h |
| Where the crack bags potent |
| And the pigs are deep |
| For every new batch could happen to go sleep |
| And I creep in a 69 lark for dark |
| Parking up the block on rallies |
| Chrome shining like jark |
| Swinging sideways the highways up there aiming for brains |
| With my eyes all dilated swerving through lanes |
| Shits gone strange but i was up in funk before that |
| So nothings really changed in this yoc life format |
| Homies gone or doing time so they putting it deep |
| But we some norte sidin ridin 90 bumping with heat (with beat) |
| Waking out the windows spitting yoc life lingo |
| (that shits so tight it makes my ears tingle) |
| I seen gold shot duce duces all it takes |
| Still rattled up these crazy killas bearing for state |
| But I prefer to talk a tray five save on my nuts |
| So I can hit them with a gunshot fuckin them up Living in the skirts of the eastbay co co county |
| Cranking buns to keep the ballers paid |
| But you cant fade when the soldiers get to riding |
| Fire it up fire it up Norte Sidin |
| Yoc Influenced what the fuck does it mean |
| It’s the reason why I’M cocking back and blowing out your spleen |
| It could mean that your all about your green and copping c notes |
| Or rolling on the triple gold’s where and folks are serving bedos |
| Might have you flossing with your town soiled up Or hit the county you a bitch or a snitch your getting rolled up So I’M a solidified yoc swinga a malt liqueur drinker a fuckin deep thinker |
| Until I hit the grave better count me as a factor |
| Cause I aint ever been out shooting blanks hauling with actor |
| Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town |
| Of a hundred thousand people fifty thousand living bound |
| Back in 92 only a few busters ridin |
| 93 grew out these fools south siding |
| 94 we kept the pistol chamber smoking |
| 95 realized the yoc aint joking |
| 96 had the homies prove they swanging |
| Thats all good but why’d you fools quit banging |
| 97 fuck it i aint even trippin load the homies that I got even more |
| And keep dipping let the record state |
| In 98 shall I die write the words in my obituary for the north side I serve |
| Living life strapped put a target on a scrap |
| And imma hit a bullseye cause its like that |
| Woodies only hated for the fact im gang related |
| Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it Living life strapped put a target on a scrap |
| And imma hit a bulls eye cause its like that |
| Woodies only hated for the fact I’M gang related |
| Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it |
| (Chorus till end) |