lil 1 2 dead - eastside westside lyrics
[chill: talkin]
what’s happenin
let’s drop this sh-t off for the homie from long beach
let’s say compton and the l-b-c meet the east and west again
motherf-ckin half dead in this b-tch
my n-gg- tray in this b-tch
they call me the hurricane chill, check it out
[verse: chill]
a little sumthin for the clubs, crips, rucks for your ride
g’z and locs from the east and the westside
dedicated to the gang related
f-ckin fools down makin the other side runnin high
throw your straps in the sky one time
buck buck, buck, we don’t give a f-ck
lay yo -ss in the gutter or sh-t
keep the bust to my n-gg-z from the east and the west click
[lil’ 1/2 dead: singin and talkin]
this is dedicated to the east and the westside
(yeah, this is dedicated to the east and the westside baby)
so put your sh-t in the deck or just replace and let the take ride
(we gon put it in and let it ride baby)
cuz me and my homie chill are droppin gangsta sh-t
(we droppin enough of that gangsta sh-t)
the type o’ sh-t that none of you bustaz can f-ck with
(that’s right, where none of you bustaz can f-ck with)
so step the f-ck back before you smacked all in ya face
(before you get smacked up)
cuz when it comes to puttin it down half dead runs the whole place
(yeah)
[chorus: chill]
we chillin on the eastside, smokin weed on the westside
gettin drunk on the eastside, f-ckin b-tches on the westside
gettin jacked on the eastside, one times on the westside
o.g.’z on the eastside, o.g.’z on the westside
one two, one two
[verse: chill]
now that sh-t ain’t got thick
so i’m throwin up the westside on the one hype click
slumped up in an 8-5 cuthey
indo smoke, b-mpin my buddy
on my way to the east, don’t need no strap cuz n-gg-z act peace
no n-gg- set-trippin and thangs
just a couple o’ homies throwin up gang, mayne
everybody got dodo, oh no
here comes the homies in the lo-lo
eastside, westside (westside)
n-gg-z stay down for your crown, hoo-ride
[verse: lil’ 1/2 dead]
you know i gotsta stay down for my crown
i be’s that crazy -ss n-gg- from the (eastsiiiide) eastside part of town
the h-a-l-f d-e-a and to the d
straight born and raised in the l-b-c
[chorus: chill]
smokin weed on the eastside, gettin drunk on the westside
mothaf-ckas on the eastside, mothaf-ckas on the westside
gang o’ hoes on the eastside, gang o’ tricks on the westside
big booty on the eastside, big -ss b-ttery on the westside
[verse: lil’ 1/2 dead]
on a mission on my way back to the east
and like my n-gg- chill said the east is all about peace
ain’t no more gang-bangin, just cavvy slangin
late night n-gg-z on the corner hangin
trynna make a buck, and still don’t give a f-ck
so run up and your -ss will get stuck
so take heas to the words that i kick
cuz i drops nuttin but gangsta sh-t, beyotch
[lil’ 1/2 dead: singin]
this is dedicated to the east and the westside
so put your sh-t in the deck or just replace and let the take ride
cuz me and my homie chill are droppin gangsta sh-t
the type o’ sh-t that none of you bustaz can f-ck with
so step the f-ck back before you smacked all in ya face
cuz when it comes to puttin it down half dead runs the whole place
[chorus: chill]
gettin drunk on the eastside, motherf-ckers on the westside
they gettin loaded down the eastside, big b-tches on the westside
n-gg-z slangin on the eastside, n-gg-z hangin on the westside
one times on the eastside, big b-tches on the westside
one two, one two
[chill: talkin while dj baby g scratches “yea”]
this is fo’ them punk -ss b-tches
you thought you knew
westside and eastsida, rida, fo’ life
you lil’ trick, ol’ beyotch
murderin sh-t
me and my n-gg- half dead and my n-gg- tray, yo yo yo yo yo
n-gg-z, makin them motherf-ckin tracks for the westcoast
westcoast, gangsta most
containin the truth n-gg-, like this anybody can do
for my n-gg- half dead
compton on
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