Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eastside, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 02.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eastside |
| Capo I got these niggas |
| Harlem you know how that go |
| Eastside |
| Revenge is only natural, time to get even |
| We pick and roll, winter cold time to switch seasons |
| Trip to Belize, 100 keys’ll leave your kids bleeding |
| Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking |
| Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete |
| I want Giuseppes, not no LeBron sneaks, my palms read |
| Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life |
| Model bitch’ll blow me like a bagpipe |
| 19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn’t get caught yet |
| Think I got a warrant out cause I ain’t been to court yet |
| 30 bricks’ll have you paranoid just like raw sex |
| Used to do Gore-Tex, come to Harlem, we all fresh |
| Capo told me these niggas is in denial |
| Forgot what river we left his body, think it’s the Nile |
| Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain’t coming down |
| Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds |
| Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot |
| My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot |
| I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot |
| I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block |
| Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap |
| They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap |
| They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top |
| They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill |
| It’s a queen B in the Supreme J’s |
| Cross (?) where the fiends play |
| Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play |
| I’m talking Big’s verse one is where I seen Jay |
| The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at |
| I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at |
| And when the coke was bad I still brought it back |
| I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?) |
| L’s copped the white Spur that I just bought in black |
| I took the rental down south, I never brought it back |
| I’m calling plays in the field like a quarterback |
| The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap |
| In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted |
| The (?) was that I lost, that was 500 |
| I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between |
| The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen |
| I’m hopping out the back but they handle is mean |
| I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean |
| Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work |
| Bitch I’m not a preacher but Lord knows this is church |
| Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot |
| My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot |
| I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot |
| I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block |
| Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap |
| They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap |
| They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top |
| They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill |
| Step 5. We admit it to our higher power, to ourselves, and to another human |
| being, the exact nature of our wrongs |
| Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack, you don’t hear no dope hardly. |
| You don’t hear no coke anymore hardly the only thing you hear, crack-crack |