Norte Sidin'

Much pride, North side of The Golden State

It's Woodie-wood from the A-N-T-I-O-C-H

Where the crackback's potent and the pigs are deep

For every new batch cooked, half the town don't sleep

And I creep in a 69 'lark with duals

Barking up the block on Rallyes, chrome shining like jewels

Swinging sideways on highways after aiming for brains

With my eyes all dilated, swerving through lanes

Shit's Gone Strange, but I was up in funk before that

So nothing's really changed in this Yoc Life format

Homies gone or doing time, so the clique ain't as deep

But we some Norte Sidin' ridin' on your bumper with heat

With beat quaking out the windows spitting Yoc Life lingo

(That shit's so tight, it makes my ears tingle)

A single shot deuce-deuce is all it takes

To rattle up his brains and kill his parents' mistake

But I prefer to tuck a trey-five-sev in my nuts

So I can hit 'em with a gutshot, fuckin' 'em up

Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Co-Co-County

Crank and bomb keep the ballers paid

But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'

Flared up, tearin' it up, Norte Sidin' (Sidin')

Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Co-Co-County

Crank and bomb keep the ballers paid

But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'

Flared up, tearin' it up, Norte Sidin' (Sidin')

Yoc Influenced, what the fuck does it mean?

It's the reason why I'm cocking back and blowing out your spleen

It could mean that you're all about your green and copping zitos

Or rolling on the triple golds and Vogues and servin' vitos, them c-notes

Might have you flossing with your town sewed up

But hit the county, you a bitch or snitch you're getting rolled up, swolled up

So I'm a soldier-fied Yoc swinga

A malt liquor drinker, a fuckin' deep thinker

Until I hit the grave, better count me as a factor

'Cause I ain't never been no shootin' blanks Hollywood actor

Prepared and strapped down as I pound through this town

Of a 100,000 people, 50,000 living foul

Back in '92 only a few of us ridin'

'93, who are these fools south sidin'?

'94, we kept the pistol chamber smokin'

'95, they realized the Yoc ain't jokin'

'96, half the homies moved to slangin'

That's all good, but why'd you fools quit bangin'?

'97, fuck it, I ain't even trippin' love the homies that I got even more

They keep dipping, let the record state

In '98, shall I die, write the words

In my obituary for the North side, I served

Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Co-Co-County

Crank and bomb keep the ballers paid

But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'

Flared up, tearin' it up, Norte Sidin' (Sidin')

Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Co-Co-County

Crank and bomb keep the ballers paid

But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'

Flared up, tearin' it up, Norte Sidin' (Sidin')

Living life strapped with a target on a scrap

And I'm a hit a bulls-eye 'cause it's like that

Woodie's only hated for the fact, I'm gang related

Fuck rappin' 'bout that bullshit, been through too much to fake it

Living life strapped with a target on a scrap

And I'm a hit a bulls-eye 'cause it's like that

Woodie's only hated for the fact, I'm gang related

Fuck rappin' 'bout that bullshit, been through too much to fake it

Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Co-Co-County

Crank and bomb keep the ballers paid

But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'

Flared up, tearin' it up, Norte Sidin' (Sidin')

Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Co-Co-County

Crank and bomb keep the ballers paid

But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'

Flared up, tearin' it up, Norte Sidin' (Sidin')

Living in the skirts of the East Bay (East Bay...)

Living in the skirts of the East Bay (East Bay...), Norte Sidin' (Sidin')

Living in the skirts of the East Bay (East Bay...)

Living in the skirts of the East Bay

Flared up, tearin' it up, Norte Sidin' (Sidin')