Eastside, Westside

A little something for the Bloods, Crips Rucks for your ride G's and loccs from the East and the Westside Dedicated to the gang-related Bucking 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 your ass in a puddle, shi' Quick to bust for my niggas from the East and the West clique (Half Dead & Tha Chill) This is dedicated to the East and the Westside So put your shit in the deck, adjust the bass And let the tape ride Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit The type of shit that none of you bustas can't fuck with So step the fuck back before you get slapped all in your face Cause when it comes to putting it down Half Dead runs the whole place Niggas hanging on the Eastside Smoking weed on the Westside Getting drunk on the Eastside Fucking bitches on the Westside Getting jacked on the Eastside One-time's on the Westside OG's on the Eastside OG's on the Westside One-two, one-two (2: Tha Chill) Now that shit ain't got thick So I'm throwing up the Westside on the one hype clique Slumped up in a 85 Cuthey Indo smoke, bumping "My Buddy" On my way to the East Don't need no strap cause niggas at peace No nigga set tripping and thangs Just a couple of homies throwing up their gang, mane Everybody got do-do Oh no, here comes the homies in the low-low Eastside, Westside Niggas, stay down for you crown Hoo-ride! (3: Half Dead) You know I gots to stay down for my crown I'm just a crazy-ass nigga from the 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 (Tha Chill) Smoking weed on the Eastside Getting drunk on the Westside Muthafuckas on the Eastside Muthafuckas on the Westside Gang o' hoes on the Eastside Gang o' tricks on the Westside Big booty on the Eastside Big ass buttery pussy on the Westside (4: Half Dead) 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 gangbanging, just cavy slanging Late-night niggas on the corner, hanging Trying to make a buck and still don't give a fuck So run up, and your ass'll get stuck So take heeds to the words that I kick Cause I drops nothing but gangsta shit (Half Dead & Tha Chill) This is dedicated to the East and the Westside So put your shit in the deck, adjust the bass And let the tape ride Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit The type of shit that none of you bustas can't fuck with So step the fuck back before you get slapped all in your face Cause when it comes to putting it down Half Dead runs the whole place Getting drunk on the Eastside Muthafuckas on the Westside They getting loaded on the Eastside Big bitches on the Westside Niggas slanging on the Eastside Niggas hanging on the Westside One-time's on the Eastside Big bitches on the Westside One-two, one-two