(feat. Bad Azz)



Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, yeah

Fred Wreck in this motherfucker

Yeah Tha Eastsidaz

Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit



[Chorus: Tray Deee]

We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real

Slang thangs at will, known to blaze the steel

Niggas ain't for real, cats who claim to peel

Say you game to kill, but I don't think you will



[Tray Deee]

Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to me

Lemme tell these motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be

See crime merrily and better see ya rep to death

Squeeze ya enemies until they can't catch they breath

Don't sleep, tote heat, seven days a week

Whether to work or to church, snow, rain, or sleet

And don't bang with weak - motherfuckers who ain't wit it

Ain't no snitchin, take the deal and get convicted, stay commited

This mission is a vision to control the globe

Leavin scents where we step back and hold our own

Hold that zone, it won't be long, we keep it pushin

Livin on the edge and ain't lookin for no cushion

It's all in the hardcore game of death

Cuz you can't change ya steps, once you have claimed the set

Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block

Or you could shake the spot, cuz now your face is hot

All that goin outta town, tryin to set up shop

And you ain't win up nothin buster, better check yo' props

Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walk

Leave opponents hood smokin, with the tape the chalk

Young homies to the G's stay swollen with cheese

Insane to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's

Throwin C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out

Cuz my whole squad hot and we stay thugged out



[Chorus: Tray Deee]



[Goldie Loc]

Tray Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin me

Lemme show these motherfuckers how it's sposed to be

Mama, they got me in the shell again

But this time I think I'm headed for the state pen

I got too many problems, and I sure don't need 'em

As I fall to my knees and I begs for my freedom

Listen for my name, so I can get chain

I'm headed for court but this time I feel strange

With my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wrist

I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence

5 o'clock, they might shock, to leave these shackles on my feet

I feel the heat it's gettin deep, both eyes open when I'm asleep

The big situation got me stuck in a drought

I've been squabblin everyday so my time didn't count

The major deal is that my brother told me, "Take no shit"

Cuz I might end up gettin out and comin home real quick

The plan for the lick was to do it overseas

Come back to the L.B., spendin 24 G's

Now you know me - straight up to no good

Little nappy head nigga always bellin through the hood

I kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the clip on the seat

All eyes on me, when your fuckin with a G

I was dedicated to seein the gangsta cuz

I keep my head on straight, with my brain on buzz



[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]



[Snoop Dogg]

Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to me

Lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be

Keep a, bag of money with the grocery

And when I'm on the move I groove with the fo'fifth heat



[Bad Azz]

Check it out Eastsida, these niggas hoes to me

Now lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be

I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death

We gone ride in any car, show with niggas the best

Peep the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya vest

You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I hitcha with this

It ain't no motherfuckin give back, when knees is crackin

If it ain't a gun war, we finna use 'em for jackin

And it's money 'round here, it's just hard to see it

And when you spot it, don't be so fuckin sure that you got it

You make it happen or not - you still grindin on the spot

You gotta give it what you got, still livin how it pop

It's a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it crack-a-lak

Fuck a jail cell, I'm on the beach in a Cadillac

Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag back

Bangin ol' deez like a cold O.G.

Used to smoke wet 'til my day looked black

Used to pack techs 'til my pay looked fat

I have bitches transport them llello packs

Still the sam ol' nigga, I just slang dope raps

Hate, I feel like "so what", smash and get my dough up

You know what, point some heat at'cha when ya show up



[Snoop Dogg]

So niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D

Cuz he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C

Uh-huh, it's off the hizzy

For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy

Makin them niggas get dizzy

For real [echo]

Gangsta shit, lemme get some girl

Yea this shit to gangsta for the motherfuckin streets

Eastsida, be-atch!