Woodie

Woodie - Norte Sidin lyrics

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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 

Parking up the block on rallies 

Chrome shining like jark 

Swinging sideways the highways up there aiming for brains 

With my eyes all dilated swerving through lanes 

Shits gone strange but i was up in funk before that 

So nothings really changed in this yoc life format 

Homies gone or doing time so they putting it deep 

But we some norte sidin ridin 90 bumping with heat (with beat) 

Waking out the windows spitting yoc life lingo 

(that shits so tight it makes my ears tingle) 

I seen gold shot duce duces all it takes 

Still rattled up these crazy killas bearing 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 



(Chorus X2) 

Living in the skirts of the eastbay co co county 

Cranking bomb to keep the ballers paid 

But you cant fade when the soldiers get to riding 

Flare it up, tearin' it up 

Norte Sidin' 



Yoc Influenced what the fuck does it mean 

It's the reason why I'M cocking back and blowing out your spleen 

It could mean that your all about your green and copping c notes 

Or rolling on the triple gold's where and folks are serving bedos 

Might have you flossing with your town soiled up 

Or hit the county you a bitch or a snitch your getting 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 aint ever been out shooting blanks hauling with actor 

Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town 

Of a hundred thousand people fifty thousand living bound 

Back in 92 only a few busters ridin 

93 grew out these fools south siding 

94 we kept the pistol chamber smoking 

95 realized the yoc aint joking 

96 had the homies prove they swanging 

Thats all good but why'd you fools quit banging 

97 fuck it i aint even trippin load the homies that I got even more 

And keep dipping let the record state 

In 98 shall I die write the words in my obituary for the north side I serve 



(Chorus X2) 



Living life strapped put a target on a scrap 

And imma hit a bullseye cause its like that 

Woodies only hated for the fact im gang related 

Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it 

Living life strapped put a target on a scrap 

And imma hit a bulls eye cause its like that 

Woodies only hated for the fact I'M gang related 

Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it 



(Chorus till end)
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Language: English

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