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Tha Eastsidaz f Bad Azz

Duces `N Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way

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Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, yeahFred Wreck in this motherfuckerYeah Tha EastsidazBack once again to drop that Crip Hop shit[Chorus - Tray Deee]We gets payed to steal, gang bang for realSlang thangs at will, known to blaze the steelNiggas ain`t for real, cats who claim to peelSay you game to kill, but I don`t think you will[Tray Deee]Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to meLemme tell these motherfuckers how it`s `sposed to beSee crime merrily and better see ya rep to deathSqueeze ya enemies until they can`t catch they breathDon`t sleep, tote heat, seven days a weekWhether to work or to church, snow, rain, or sleetAnd don`t bang with weak - motherfuckers who ain`t wit itAin`t no snitchin, take the deal and get convicted, stay commitedThis mission is a vision to control the globeLeavin scents where we step back and hold our ownHold that zone, it won`t be long, we keep it pushinLivin on the edge and ain`t lookin for no cushionIt`s all in the hardcore game of deathCuz you can`t change ya steps, once you have claimed the setAin`t no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya blockOr you could shake the spot, cuz now your face is hotAll that goin outta town, tryin to set up shopAnd you ain`t win up nothin buster, better check yo` propsKeep the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walkLeave opponents hood smokin, with the tape the chalkYoung homies to the G`s stay swollen with cheeseInsane to the brain, rollin twenty`s on D`sThrowin C`s up, ease up, or get rubbed outCuz my whole squad hot and we stay thugged out[Chorus - Tray Deee][Goldie Loc]Tray Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin meLemme show these motherfuckers how it`s sposed to beMama, they got me in the shell againBut this time I think I`m headed for the state penI got too many problems, and I sure don`t need `emAs I fall to my knees and I begs for my freedomListen for my name, so I can get chainI`m headed for court but this time I feel strangeWith my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wristI`m tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence5 o`clock, they might shock, to leave these shackles on my feetI feel the heat it`s gettin deep, both eyes open when I`m asleepThe big situation got me stuck in a droughtI`ve been squabblin everyday so my time didn`t countThe major deal is that my brother told me, "Take no shit"Cuz I might end up gettin out and comin home real quickThe plan for the lick was to do it overseasCome back to the L.B., spendin 24 G`sNow you know me - straight up to no goodLittle nappy head nigga always bellin through the hoodI kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the clip on the seatAll eyes on me, when your fuckin with a GI was dedicated to seein the gangsta cuzI keep my head on straight, with my brain on buzz[Chorus - Snoop Dogg][Snoop Dogg]Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to meLemme show you motherfuckers how it`s `sposed to beKeep a, bag of money with the groceryAnd when I`m on the move I groove with the fo`fifth heat[Bad Azz]Check it out Eastsida, these niggas hoes to meNow lemme show you motherfuckers how it`s `sposed to beI`m just a Eastside, low-life nigga to deathWe gone ride in any car, show with niggas the bestPeep the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya vestYou shoulda, covered ya wig, `fore I hitcha with thisIt ain`t no motherfuckin give back, when knees is crackinIf it ain`t a gun war, we finna use `em for jackinAnd it`s money `round here, it`s just hard to see itAnd when you spot it, don`t be so fuckin sure that you got itYou make it happen or not - you still grindin on the spotYou gotta give it what you got, still livin how it popIt`s a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it crack-a-lakFuck a jail cell, I`m on the beach in a CadillacFleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag backBangin ol` deez like a cold O.G.Used to smoke wet `til my day looked blackUsed to pack techs `til my pay looked fatI have bitches transport them llello packsStill the sam ol` nigga, I just slang dope rapsHate, I feel like "so what", smash and get my dough upYou know what, point some heat at`cha when ya show up

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