Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, Fred Wreck in this Yeah Tha Back once again to that Crip Hop shit
[Chorus - Deee] We gets payed to steal, gang for real Slang thangs at will, known to the steel ain't for real, cats who claim to peel Say you game to kill, but I don't you will
Deee] Little Goldie Loc, niggas hoes to me Lemme tell these how it's 'sposed to be See merrily and better see ya rep to death Squeeze ya enemies until they can't catch breath sleep, tote heat, seven days a week Whether to work or to church, snow, rain, or And don't bang weak - motherfuckers who ain't wit it Ain't no snitchin, take the and get convicted, stay commited This mission is a vision to control the Leavin scents where we step and hold our own Hold that zone, it be long, we keep it pushin Livin on the edge and lookin for no cushion It's all in the hardcore of death 'cause you change ya steps, once you have claimed the set Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya Or you could shake the spot, now your face is hot All goin outta town, tryin to set up shop And you ain't win up buster, better check yo' props the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walk Leave opponents hood smokin, with the the chalk Young homies to the G's stay swollen cheese Insane to the brain, rollin on D's C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out 'cause my squad hot and we stay thugged out
[Chorus - Tray
[Goldie Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin me Lemme show these motherfuckers how it's to be Mama, they got me in the shell But this time I think I'm for the state pen I got too problems, and I sure don't need 'em As I fall to my knees and I begs for my Listen for my name, so I can get I'm headed for court but this time I feel With my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my I'm tryna a way out, to hoppin the fence 5 o'clock, might shock, to leave these shackles on my feet I feel the heat gettin deep, both eyes open when I'm asleep The big situation got me stuck in a I've been squabblin everyday so my didn't count The deal is that my brother told me, "Take no shit" 'cause I might end up gettin out and comin home quick The for the lick was to do it overseas Come back to the L.B., 24 G's Now you me - straight up to no good Little nappy head always bellin through the hood I my strap on my lap, and steadied the clip on the seat All eyes on me, when your with a G I was dedicated to the gangsta 'cause I keep my on straight, with my brain on buzz
[Chorus - Snoop
Dogg] Ay (whattup) These niggas hoes to me Lemme you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be Keep a, bag of money the grocery And I'm on the move I groove with the fo'fifth heat
[Bad Check it out Eastsida, niggas hoes to me Now show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be I'm a Eastside, low-life nigga to death We ride in any car, show with niggas the best Peep the nigga that test, you put on ya vest You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I hitcha this It no motherfuckin give back, when knees is crackin If it a gun war, we finna use 'em for jackin And it's money here, it's just hard to see it And you spot it, don't be so fuckin sure that you got it You make it happen or not - you still grindin on the You gotta it what you got, still livin how it pop a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it crack-a-lak Fuck a jail cell, I'm on the in a Cadillac Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag Bangin ol' deez like a O.G. Used to smoke wet 'til my day black Used to techs 'til my pay looked fat I bitches transport them llello packs Still the sam ol' nigga, I slang dope raps Hate, I like "so what", smash and get my dough up You know what, point some heat when ya show up
Dogg] So don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D 'cause he be packin heat, and this is Uh-huh, it's off the For real, beat by Fred Makin them get dizzy For real Gangsta shit, lemme get some Yea this shit to gangsta for the motherfuckin Eastsida, be-atch!