[1st verse]

In this little session of the promised land

Where I lounge wit my homies and I'm freakin' my friend

I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in the ride

Pop it in drive, I'm rolling through the Eastside

lower, slower, down for the dip

now hold up, check the sound flip that bitch

there's a party goin' on swingin' all night long

they come from mile around to see me freak their _

but if a sucka' wanna trip struttin' up beat

I got a gang of hounds to make 'em pop teeth

I now this crazy-ass fool, bringin' old sasson

I got the brass for your ass,

homeboy thought you knew that...



[Chorus]

I got homeys on the south side

I know some vatos on the east side

some my homeys wanna g-ride

we're brining up the lower eastside

[repeat]



[2nd Verse]

Los Delinquentes, trippin' up the place I hang

hey, it's the guera loco wit the way I swang

see I be rollin through this _

and my right hand man is Keemo, un delinquente con el gloc en mi hand

es mi vida loca, I'm waistin my potential

funky wit the lower eastside fundamentals

lower rides, place between the 5 and the 91, north of Velandra

I was wit my su-man, my former kung-fu man

my name, Mr. Ives,( who the motha'fuck are you man?)

well, i'ma roll this grica to let me fingers twitch

'cause the lower eastside's up in this bithc adn...



[Chorus]

I got homeys on the south side

I know some vatos on the east side

west side homeys wanna g-ride

we're bringin' up the lower eastside



[3rd Verse]

Well let me think now

what do I wanna play

I got some homeys a hop skip a jump away

where I can always go and catch me a slug fest(what?)

tengo familia all the way up in the midwest

well let me come back around the grounds where I lounge

the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds

that's where the homeys will be kickin' it

(hey yo that's the N-double guera-5, isn't?)right

shh, escucha, here comes the man

but I know these streets like the back of my hand

so while the swiney guy be lookin' around

I be flippin' a frown, as I pump my shi

because, the cuffs won't click

the charges won't stick

I wonder when these people gonna get the fuck up off my dick

there's nowhere you could ever take a drag boy

because I break putos of drive-bys

just a twist of the cap from the 40 in my lap

wanna scrap we scrap

wanna blast I'm strapped

tell me...

 

[Chorus x4]



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