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 crack bags potent and the pigs are deep For every new batch could happen to go sleep And I creep in a 69 lark for dark Parkin' up the block on rallies, chrome shinin' like jark Swingin' sideways, the highways up there aimin' for brains With my eyes all dilated, swervin' through lanes Shits gone strange but I was up in funk before that So nothin's really changed in this Yoc life format Homies gone or doin' time so they puttin' it deep But we some norte sidin', ridin' 90, bumpin' with heat (With beat) Wakin' out the windows spittin' Yoc life lingo (That shit's so tight it makes my ears tingle) I seen gold shot, duce duces all it takes Still rattled up these crazy killas bearin' for state But I prefer to talk a tray five save on my nuts So I can hit them with a gunshot, fuckin' them up Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin' Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin' Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin' Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin' Yoc influenced, what the fuck does it mean? It's the reason why I'm cockin' back and blowin' out your spleen It could mean that your all about your green and coppin' C notes Or rollin' on the triple gold's where and folks are servin' bedos Might have you flossin' with your town soiled up Or hit the county, you a bitch or a snitch, your gettin' rolled up So I'm a solidified yoc swinga A malt liqueur drinker, a fuckin' deep thinker Until I hit the grave better count me as a factor 'Cause I ain't ever been out shootin' blanks, haulin' with actor Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town Of a hundred thousand people, fifty thousand livin' bound Back in 92, only a few busters ridin' 93, grew out these fools south sidin' 94, we kept the pistol chamber smokin' 95, realized the yoc ain't jokin' 96, had the homies prove they swangin' That's all good but why'd you fools quit bangin'? 97, fuck it, I ain't even trippin' load The homies that I got even more And keep dippin' let the record state In 98 shall I die, write the words in my obituary For the north side I serve Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin' Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin' Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin' Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin' Livin' life strapped, put a target on a scrap And I'ma hit a bulls-eye 'cause it's like that Woodies only hated for the fact I'm gang related Fuck rappin' about that bullshit Been through too much to fake it Livin' life strapped, put a target on a scrap And I'ma hit a bulls-eye 'cause it's like that Woodies only hated for the fact I'm gang related Fuck rappin' about that bullshit Been through too much to fake it Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin' Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin' Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin' Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin' Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin' Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin'