| Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man
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| RIP them niggas, hah
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| Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the Bach
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| Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped
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| This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap
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| G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap
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| I met Kobe on the five, we was Mike’d down in '05
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| Girbauds and spray painted shirts
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| Now big bro own one of mine
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| Wake up, money on my mind
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| Think bout fonem all the time
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| Back when Grams lived on the four
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| First floor, 7405
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| Vito stayed on the other side
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| Him and Hill real running wild
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| WIth Chico and probably smoking dro
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| 8 bucks for a pound of loud
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| Used to leave for school, lil blac on chico nem porch all the time
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| Fuck with OGs off the five
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| Shorties and shit just wasn’t my crowd
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| Foe nem fucking up the wheel
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| I ran bouchet, ain’t fuck with powell
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| That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
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| Acting East headed for the rap, damn near still know all the rhymes
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| Five to nine, yates back to colfax terrortown was on the map
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| Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back
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| Used to do pelly coats with the screw back
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| Chrome buck 50, matched the new gat
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| Leather (?) with the wheat timbs
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| Fazo had one that was blue black
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| G Fazo, no need to say more
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| Punch so hard, make you wanna shoot back
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| Shawty off MB don’t do that
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| Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it
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| Miss all my niggas, white chalk about 'em
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| Naw they ain’t like us, niggas bitch made
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| Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
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| Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age
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| Made 1800 on a good day
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| «You gon end up dead or broke
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| Or in jail like your dad and uncle,» shit, that’s what the hood say
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| Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat
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| I’m on point like an arrow
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| Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, «hello»
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| Got smoke like Dero, remember walking down Marquette, me and G Ferro
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| Hoodied up if we got to blow
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| Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo
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| 79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
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| No Limit crazy
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| Remember nights off the lazy
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| Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
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| I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep
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| Scared for her baby
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| I was running the east
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| Turning into Herbo G
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| The big humble beast, ay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eastside Story , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Strictly 4 My Fans, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп