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Strap On The Side
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Strap On The Side was released on November 10, 1998 by Thug World Music Group as a part of the album Hits II
AlbumHits II
November 10, 1998
LabelThug World Music Group
LanguageEnglish
BPM97
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Charlie Wilson, Lonnie Simmons, Ronnie Wilson, Rudy Taylor
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