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tha eastsidaz - going down lyrics

[intro: goldie loc & tray dee]
hey dee cuz, they heard something (yeah)
hey tray deee, they must have heard something
i don’t know what they heard
but i know what they about to hear though (eastside)
come on

[verse 1: tray dee]
hard as ever, we still do it best together
stacey adam brims on, pressing like spectrum
you can run and tell ’em, we got even better
elevating gangster+ism to another level (deuce)
talking never settle, both feet on the pedal
smoking on ferocious, getting higher than a shadow
higher in the sparrow, staying fly apparel
rolling up in forms, jewelry glowing like a pharaoh

[verse 2: goldie loc]
you can tell that it’s them boys when they pulling up
eastsiders g’d up, got everything shined up
wallasey banger, 501 type of guy
love doing the gangster music, getting high
lil’ sag, looking down, like get em’ loc
show tray dee and dogg that you ain’t no joke (for sure)
and i heard that y’all was back on death row
well you know dogg made a boss move, that’s how it go
[chorus: snoop dogg]
same angle, same flavor, same neighbors (yeah)
slamming big six on your domino tables
that’s two times three, lbc, you knew that
put it in the bag, motherf+cker, yeah we blew that
same chevy, same coupe, same daners
look at the game and it’s the same entertainers
we the game changers, yeah them 6+4 swingers
and this right here is for the real gang bangers

[verse 3: tray dee]
tell these busters line it up, eastsidaz riding up
you n+ggas ride nuts, watch us rise them higher up
in position for the mission, set the crack off
dogg made the call, bring it all to the clap off
back dumping head hunting, take your whole cap off
let it off, set it off, make the pigs back off
crip till we rip, never slip while you slack off
slippery hand trigger one, twitch, let the gat off

[verse 4: goldie loc]
yeah, break bread or fake dead till i back off
if i ain’t messing with that trick hd, i’d rather jack off
when it comes to my fetty, i never slack off
i was only messing with that wench just to get my packs off
now i’m sitting on top of the hill
and i got a few choices on how to tell you how a boss feels (tell ’em)
i’m trying to regulate something
when i come through subbing, can’t tell me nothing, for real
[chorus: snoop dogg]
same angle, same flavor, same neighbors (yeah)
slamming big six on your domino tables
that’s two times three, lbc, you knew that
put it in the bag, motherf+cker, yeah we blew that
same chevy, same coupe, same daners
look at the game and it’s the same entertainers
we the game changers, yeah them 6+4 swingers
and this right here is for the real gang bangers

[outro: snoop]
yes, yes, that motherf+cker swing
oh yeah, oh yeah

- tha eastsidaz lyrics

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