Текст песни Lil` 12 Dead f Chill - Eastside, Westside
Lil` 12 Dead f Chill - Eastside, Westside слова песни
[Chill talkin]what`s happeninlet`s drop this shit off for the homie from Long Beachlet`s say Compton and the L-B-C meet the east and west againmotherfuckin Half Dead in this bitchmy nigga Tray in this bitchthey call me the hurricane Chill, check it out[Chill verse]a little sumthin for the clubs, crips, rucks for your rideG`z and locs from the east and the westsidededicated to the gang relatedfuckin fools down makin the other side runnin highthrow your straps in the sky one timebuck buck, buck, we don`t give a fucklay yo ass in the gutter or shitkeep the bust to my niggaz from the east and the west click[Lil` 1/2 Dead singin and (talkin)]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 or just replace and let the take ride(we gon put it in and let it ride baby)cuz me and my homie Chill are droppin gangsta shit(we droppin 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)cuz when it comes to puttin it down Half Dead runs the whole place(yeah)[Chill chorus]we chillin on the eastside, smokin weed on the westsidegettin drunk on the eastside, fuckin bitches on the westsidegettin jacked on the eastside, one times on the westsideO.G.`z on the eastside, O.G.`z on the westsideone two, one two[Chill verse]now that shit ain`t got thickso I`m throwin up the westside on the one hype clickslumped up in an 8-5 cutheyindo smoke, bumpin my buddyon my way to the east, don`t need no strap cuz niggaz act peaceno nigga set-trippin and thangsjust a couple o` homies throwin up gang, mayneeverybody got dodo, oh nohere comes the homies in the lo-loeastside, westside (westside)niggaz stay down for your crown, hoo-ride[Lil` 1/2 Dead verse]you know I gotsta stay down for my crownI be`s that crazy ass nigga from the (eastsiiiide) eastside part of townthe H-A-L-F D-E-A and to the Dstraight born and raised in the L-B-C[Chill chorus]smokin weed on the eastside, gettin drunk on the westsidemothafuckas on the eastside, mothafuckas on the westsidegang o` hoes on the eastside, gang o` tricks on the westsidebig booty on the eastside, big ass buttery on the westside[Lil` 1/2 Dead verse]on a mission on my way back to the eastand like my nigga Chill said the east is all about peaceain`t no more gang-bangin, just cavvy slanginlate night niggaz on the corner hangintrynna make a buck, and still don`t give a fuckso run up and your ass will get stuckso take heas to the words that I kickcuz I drops nuttin but gangsta shit, beyotch[Lil` 1/2 Dead singin]this is dedicated to the east and the westsideso put your shit in the deck or just replace and let the take ridecuz me and my homie Chill are droppin gangsta shitthe type o` shit that none of you bustaz can fuck withso step the fuck back before you smacked all in ya facecuz when it comes to puttin it down Half Dead runs the whole place[Chill chorus]gettin drunk on the eastside, motherfuckers on the westsidethey gettin loaded down the eastside, big bitches on the westsideniggaz slangin on the eastside, niggaz hangin on the westsideone times on the eastside, big bitches on the westsideone two, one two[Chill talkin while DJ Baby G scratches "yea"]this is fo` them punk ass bitchesyou thought you knewwestside and eastsida, rida, fo` lifeyou lil` trick, ol` beyotchmurderin shitme and my nigga Half Dead and my nigga Tray, yo yo yo yo yoniggaz, makin them motherfuckin tracks for the westcoastwestcoast, gangsta mostcontainin the truth nigga, like this anybody can dofor my nigga Half DeadCompton on=