| Much pride north side of the golden state
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| It’s woodie wood from the a-n-t-i-o-c-h
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| Where the crack bags potent
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| And the pigs are deep
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| For every new batch could happen to go sleep
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| And I creep in a 69 lark for dark
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| Parking up the block on rallies
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| Chrome shining like jark
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| Swinging sideways the highways up there aiming for brains
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| With my eyes all dilated swerving through lanes
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| Shits gone strange but i was up in funk before that
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| So nothings really changed in this yoc life format
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| Homies gone or doing time so they putting it deep
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| But we some norte sidin ridin 90 bumping with heat (with beat)
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| Waking out the windows spitting yoc life lingo
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| (that shits so tight it makes my ears tingle)
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| I seen gold shot duce duces all it takes
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| Still rattled up these crazy killas bearing for state
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| But I prefer to talk a tray five save on my nuts
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| So I can hit them with a gunshot fuckin them up Living in the skirts of the eastbay co co county
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| Cranking buns to keep the ballers paid
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| But you cant fade when the soldiers get to riding |
| Fire it up fire it up Norte Sidin
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| Yoc Influenced what the fuck does it mean
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| It’s the reason why I’M cocking back and blowing out your spleen
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| It could mean that your all about your green and copping c notes
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| Or rolling on the triple gold’s where and folks are serving bedos
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| Might have you flossing with your town soiled up Or hit the county you a bitch or a snitch your getting rolled up So I’M a solidified yoc swinga a malt liqueur drinker a fuckin deep thinker
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| Until I hit the grave better count me as a factor
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| Cause I aint ever been out shooting blanks hauling with actor
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| Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town
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| Of a hundred thousand people fifty thousand living bound
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| Back in 92 only a few busters ridin
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| 93 grew out these fools south siding
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| 94 we kept the pistol chamber smoking
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| 95 realized the yoc aint joking
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| 96 had the homies prove they swanging
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| Thats all good but why’d you fools quit banging
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| 97 fuck it i aint even trippin load the homies that I got even more
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| And keep dipping let the record state |
| In 98 shall I die write the words in my obituary for the north side I serve
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| Living life strapped put a target on a scrap
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| And imma hit a bullseye cause its like that
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| Woodies only hated for the fact im gang related
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| Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it Living life strapped put a target on a scrap
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| And imma hit a bulls eye cause its like that
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| Woodies only hated for the fact I’M gang related
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| Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it
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| (Chorus till end) |