charles infamous - eastside charlie lyrics
hook:
he got the mic on him he with the ops
i get pack, and i’m makin’ the drop
i’m from the ends i ain’t hugging the block
till i’m in a benz i won’t ever stop
eastide woe
eastide woe
eastide charlie with the muf+cking sauce
verse:
i’m movin the the pound. mlb but this ain’t no major league baseball
only pushing that green i ain’t movin no 8ball
riding out with a scheme, and it feel like the 8th fall
but really the 6 summer. summer 16, i was gettin to like the sistine. i was making that art
i wasn’t takin it far, started workin for minimum and trappin outa my car, gotta go, gotta get it then
i just got the motherf+ckin pack like i’m green bay
green day american idiot racks
legitimate fact. i was down for a minute now i’m gettin it back
had hoes on the line, never gettin attached
but down to f+ck, and down to buy
whenever the money comes then the ounce will fly
only had one plug i never bounce to buy
everybody wanna talk like they down to ride
but ain’t n0body ever down to ride
when they callin up 12 then we all gon’ die
we all in h+ll, till we get that crib
like government could really never shut this down
till the cops pull up and the plug run out
and the sun goes down
better move that pound
i got a band on me, but there ain’t no sound
cause i gotta keep it quiet when there’s money around. shut up
hook:
he got the mic on him he with the ops
i get pack, and i’m makin’ the drop
i’m from the ends i ain’t hugging the block
till i’m in a benz i won’t ever stop
eastide woe
eastide woe
eastide charlie with the muf+cking sauce
verse 2:
pardon me i got the plug on line. i don’t wanna talk
i want the guap
i want the muf+ckin guacamole
i don’t got no money, i don’t rock a rollie
when talkin money then they actin phony
i finesse the bag until i got it on me
all these local rappers actin like they know me
till they on the mic and then they all bologna
holup holup, pause
gotta hit em with the protocols
cali kush got me dozing off
everybody think they know it all
they lion to the king, a hakuna matata
i like the spring i might move to nevada
i want the lambo no brand new miada
won’t make a move till i’m makin a lot of
cash money like i’m nicki minaj
crash dumby, if you see the mirage
pink friday when i’m gettin this cash
but most these rappers really live a facade
money cars clothes hoes b+tches
im a whole witness
gotta go get it
but i could give a f+ck about the material
trappin and rappin will slap all the fear in you
i think they’re hearing you
shut up
hook:
he got the mic on him he with the ops
i get pack, and i’m makin’ the drop
i’m from the ends i ain’t hugging the block
till i’m in a benz i won’t ever stop
eastide woe
eastide woe
eastide charlie with the muf+cking sauce
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