Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lower Eastside , by - Delinquent Habits. Release date: 09.06.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lower Eastside |
| In this little session of the promised land |
| Where I lounge wit my homies 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 Eastside |
| lower, slower, down for the dip |
| now hold up, check the 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… |
| 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 the lower eastside |
| 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 the 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… |
| I got homeys on the south side |
| I know some vatos on the east side |
| west side homeys wanna g-ride |
| we’re bringin’up the lower eastside |
| 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 the midwest |
| well let me come back around the grounds where I lounge |
| the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds |
| that’s where the homeys will be kickin’it |
| (hey yo that’s the N-double guera-5, isn’t?)right |
| shh, escucha, here comes the 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 the cap from the 40 in my lap |
| wanna scrap we scrap |
| wanna blast I’m strapped |
| tell me… |
| — repeat 4X |
| (*music fades 'til end*) |