(Oohh) 

(Yeah) 

(Ha) 

(Ha Ha) 

(Oooff) 



[Slow Pain] 

Banging with all my Japan lowriders eastsiders, westsiders 

Shoot calling like a the who riders 

From LA to Japan gangster funk in my trunk 

Puffing on a joint in slump 

Slow Pain the pimp the player the O.G. 

Throw your hands up if you's a homie, don't you know me 

Chilling in a 64' Impala top dollar 

The big baller, concerts from coast to coast twenty grand 

Rockefeller pimp with the mike in my hand 

Pistol grip pump on my lap everyday 

Baler wear clothes cause I got to parley 

LA Dodgers normals on the mound 

Clowning info coco with that G sound 

Slowly bouncing up the street in my money lowride 

From the eastside to the westside 



[Slow Pain Chorus:] 

The eastside to the westside 

In my lowride 

Throwing up signs (Uh hu) 

The eastside to the westside 

In my lowride 

Throwing up signs 

The eastside to the westside in my lowride 

Throwing up signs 

The eastside to the westside 

In my lowride 

Throwing up signs. 



[Slow Pain] 

I'm a crock cruising down town Tokyo 

In my 80 thousand dollar low low 

Nagoys in the Box took a trip down to Sendai 

Filling fl-y homie wh-y try to lean to the left like I do 

Money that's my life so fool I'm staying true 

G-Spot studios keep banging hits 

And don't stop and it don't quit 

Can I get a hey for them hoes I left in LA 

Like Ice Cube said It was a good day 

Homie were you from 

Homie what you need 

I got fat ass raps and fat ass beats 

Don't sleep on the worldwide westside 

The worldwide eastside 

The worldwide Lowride 

I mean the J-A-P-A-N lowrider mag in the SS rag 

Cacs on sag, twist a sig sag 

Walk around the stage with the 40 in the bag 

Ain't nothing popping but I party all the time 

Japan's got the money and the moneys all mine 



[Chorus: x1] 

(Uh hu) 

(That's right) 

(LA to Japan) 

(Eastside to the Westside) 

(Slow Pain) 

(The baby O. G.) 

(My house) 



[Slow Pain] 

Hit the car show throw your hands in the air 

And wave them all around like you just don't care 

On my cell phone, gots to call home 

Tripping on this Benzo sitting on chrome 

Signing autographs taking thousands of pictures 

Counting in I'm getting richer 

Slow Pain t-shirts 

Slow Pain hats 

Slow Pain CD's pockets getting fat 

Still Saturday night Balling 

Rock the crowd so they all yes yallin 

Camcorder out backstage making movies 

Fine ass honeys calling out want to do me 

Hit em' front, back, side to side 

And my nigga played his Chevy lowride 

We going to dip, trip, slip and slide 

From the eastside to the Westside 



[Chorus: x1]