Strap On The Side

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay Gs

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Broke 'em down with the clip and a trigger

Screamin' like Eiht, yelling, "Come on, ****"

Nappy head motherfuckers in a Coupe de Ville

Lightin' shit up like Fire Marshal Bill

You see, I hops on the flow like my **** Domino

And get a big fat sack of yay

A key or a half, a motherfuckin' thing

Pistol whip a **** with a AK

Peep this, la-di-da-di, I shot up his body

Left his ass bloody in the front of the party

Yeah, a y—a—young **** rollin' up out the cut

Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts

**** be gettin' gatted when they step to this G, see

I pulls my motherfuckin' UZI

And spill his brains, spill his brains

Spill his brains, spill his brains

I spill his brains in his motherfuckin' lap

I pulls a jack, pulls a jack

Pulls a jack, pulls a jack

And shoot the heart out his motherfuckin' back

I come from 187, not with that ho shit

So, ****, spark up the bomb so we can blow shit

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Comin' up at they ass like tails of a cryptid

UZ thing swallow that ass like limp dick, ****

And now they try to wonder and figure

How the fuck Charles Manson turned hisself to a ****

Put a blast on they ass with the holes of the barrel

Bullets fly in a chest like a motherfuckin' sparrow

'Cause we get like Stephen King, bodies swing from my ceiling

Opens up the cheeks when it's time for the cap peelin'

9-4, hit the door with a fat gat

Comin' like this, break 'em down like that

The **** with the packs and the fat crack sack

Po-pos on my back, blow they ass off the map

With the 187, mad man killer

Spill a **** guts for the fuck 'cause I be

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

It goes one for the treble but you don't wanna floss

Unless you wanna flex with my bitch Nina Ross

G—a—gat that ass with the double deuce Derringer

From the Bay Area, the pall burier

Six **** carry ya, momma in hysteria

Walk up to your motherfuckin' coffin and I stare at ya

'Cause you's a dead motherfucker, black

And you never should have fucked with the 187 Fac

So nick-nack paddywhack, give a G a gat

And put some bullets in that ass crack, yeah

Break 'em down with the MAC

And like John Madden '93, boom, he's on his back

Spice 1 is a motherfuckin' trooper

So say what up to the East Bay Freddy Krueger

Blow the head off a motherfuckin' cow

When my gat go off like a M-1000

Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G

Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me

Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Don't fuck with the East Bay G