Eastside Moonwalker

Uh, yeah, yeah DMS (yeah) beat (yeah) Lifestyles of the insane (yeah) East side though, nigga, I'm the shit, you the shit stain I let the boss ring switch lanes (uh) Not a pretty nigga for it, I got some gang full of peach brains And I lay it on so deep, turn it up to a broad, heard a pimp nigga broke this And I'ma let it to a broke piece, I think I need my medicine, I had to throw it 'fore this Nigga throwing dirty, keep a nigga with a deep pocket Dope fiends in the closed casket Shopping, steady bringing at the gate, keep locking Keep it strapped because that boys keep robbing Got me put enough slow, prickling of the cripple, put my pedal to the floor Let me count in that dough, looking good like a pro Ass sit on nothing but that leather, what you know? How you living, nigga? Lifestyles of the insane Blow the key up, pop a pill, crack a seal, drop a six bang Niggas looking for their bee sting Their weed, dog food, crack this, niggas with cane Think I've lost my new ditch, sipping on the back, break 'em off in the ditch Sitting top floor with the chrome and the itch Nigga gotta floss, that's the cost of this vigil I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow Brother with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow Brother with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though, I'ma pull off slow Wake up, moonwalker, night stalker Motherfucking white chalker, might caller In the streets, put your pants down, tell 'em call a paramedic, nigga, man down Ease up with your thugging, get your Gs up Never faint, never fall, never fall, never freeze up Oh, black ass, black TD, motherfucking dope gang feed us How you living nigga? Send rest in peace to my motherfucking homeboy But hold your tears, ain't right, so fuck this You might as well be a dead man in my eyes Shoot two, three, sucker free when I ride, Freddie gang, Freddie Corleone Sell your things to the smokers in them mobile home I'm tracking back wheel, dirty Styrofoam and a pocket full of stones in my Cadillac chrome I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow, bitch Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow Brother with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow Brother with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'ma pull off slow, I'ma pull off slow Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though I'ma pull off slow, uh