
Date of issue: 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*) |