Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eastside, Westside, artist - Lil' 1/2 Dead.
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eastside, Westside |
What’s happening? |
Let’s drop this shit off for the homie from Long Beach |
Let’s say Compton and the L-B-C meet the east and west again |
Motherfucking Half Dead in this bitch |
My nigga Tray in this bitch |
They call me the hurricane Chill, check it out |
A little something for the bloods, crips, rucks for your ride |
G’z and locs from the east and the westside |
Dedicated to the gang related |
Buckin' fools down making the other side run and hide |
Throw your straps in the sky one time |
Buck buck, buck, we don’t give a fuck |
Lay yo ass in a puddle, shit |
Quick to bust for my niggas from the east and the west clique |
This is dedicated to the east and the westside |
(Yeah, this is dedicated to the east and the westside baby) |
So put your shit in the deck adjust the bass and let the tape ride |
(We gone put it in and let it ride baby) |
Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit |
(We dropping enough of that gangsta shit) |
The type o' shit that none of you bustaz can fuck with |
(That's right, where none of you bustaz can fuck with) |
So step the fuck back before you smacked all in ya face |
(Before you get smacked up) |
Cause when it comes to putting it down Half Dead runs the whole place |
(Yeah) |
We chilling on the eastside, smoking weed on the westside |
Getting drunk on the eastside, fucking bitches on the westside |
Getting jacked on the eastside, one times on the westside |
O.G.'z on the eastside, O.G.'z on the westside |
One two, one two |
Now that shit ain’t got thick |
So I’m throwing up the westside on the one hype click |
Slumped up in an 8−5 cuthey |
Indo smoke, bumping my buddy |
On my way to the east, don’t need no strap cause niggas act peace |
No nigga set-trippin and thangs |
Just a couple o' homies throwing up gang, mayne |
Everybody got dodo, oh no |
Here comes the homies in the lo-lo |
Eastside, westside (westside) |
Niggas stay down for your crown, hoo-ride |
You know I gotsta stay down for my crown |
I be’s that crazy ass nigga from the (eastsiiiide) eastside part of town |
The H-A-L-F D-E-A and to the D |
Straight born and raised in the L-B-C |
Smokin weed on the eastside, getting drunk on the westside |
Mothafuckas on the eastside, mothafuckas on the westside |
Gang o' hoes on the eastside, gang o' tricks on the westside |
Big booty on the eastside, big ass buttery on the westside |
On a mission on my way back to the east |
And like my nigga Chill said the east is all about peace |
Ain’t no more gang-bangin, just cavvy slangin |
Late night niggas on the corner hanging |
Trynna make a buck, and still don’t give a fuck |
So run up and your ass will get stuck |
So take heas to the words that I kick |
Cause I drops nothing but gangsta shit, beyotch |
This is dedicated to the east and the westside |
So put your shit in the deck or just replace and let the take ride |
Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit |
The type o' shit that none of you bustaz can fuck with |
So step the fuck back before you smacked all in ya face |
Cause when it comes to putting it down Half Dead runs the whole place |
Getting drunk on the eastside, motherfuckers on the westside |
They getting loaded down the eastside, big bitches on the westside |
Niggas slanging on the eastside, niggas hanging on the westside |
One times on the eastside, big bitches on the westside |
One two, one two |
This is fo' them punk ass bitches |
You thought you knew |
Westside and eastsida, rida, fo' life |
You lil' trick, ol' beyotch |
Murdering shit |
Me and my nigga Half Dead and my nigga Tray, yo yo yo yo yo |
Niggas, making them motherfucking tracks for the west coast |
West coast kicks the most |
Tell you the truth, nigga, this nigga bout to kill it |
For my nigga Half Dead |
Compton out |