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young soldierz - east side, west side (album version) lyrics

[chorus x4]
eastside, n+gga, westside, n+gga

[verse 1: young keystone]
here i come with a 410 mossberg
pistol grip pump, now punk fools finna get served
chillin’ in the cut, with my mothaf+ckin’ road dogs
smokin’ a blunt, now my car’s full of herb smoke
n+ggas in watts they grew up by that gang sh+t
it’s time to get paid, to live the life of rich and famous
just because we peacin’, we ain’t down with no bullsh+t
i’m rollin on d’s, i got my 9 with the 1+6
n+gga tryna step to me to show me he’s brave
but i’m afraid you been slayed and now you brave in the grave, punk
i said i told ya, that f+ckin’ with the eastside streets
don’t come alone, they’ll catch and flat you the city of tombstone, g
the boss players and operations from the bottoms
+ did we get him?
yes, we got him
+ no you didn’t
fool, i shot him
can’t you tell by the bloodshed deep in the streets?
i k!lled a n+gga in the alley of the eastside streets

[verse 2: g+pops]
g+pops once again, i’m back
high off that indo blunt, twisted off the cognac
a young soldier comin’ straight from the westside
so much dirt on my jacket from my past time
as a young n+gga comin’ up, i had to get mine
catch a county b+tch, comin’ up at yo’ catch+line
step to the b+tch, kinda cruise, sn+tch the hoe’s purse
now i’m down the strip, in some khakis and some converse
i peep deep, tryna roll, but i shoot they ass
grip in the purse, food stamps and a lotta cash
get to the 9 block, to try to make my money back
but i said “f+ck it”, went it for the chronic sack
a couple of 22, the sess ain’t right
feelin’ kinda bent, wanna put in work tonight
call my n+gga rampage strapped with the trey 8
who got the nine? it’s my n+gga mr. headache
so now y’all know, how the young n+ggas ride
you better be strapped when you roll through the mothaf+ckin’ westside
[chorus x4]
eastside, n+gga, westside, n+gga

[verse 3: keylow g?]
fresh out the pen, 4 years in a cell block
back on the eastside, yeah, the bottom of watts
call up my n+gga eyez, we went straight to the swap meet
bought us some polos, some khakis and romeo
still went sh+t that i roll in high school
but gotta stay new too ’cause n+ggas k!ll over red and blue, hm
yeah, it’s a shame, how black folks live
but i pack a nine ’cause ain’t about to get did
livin’ in watts, is a full time job
’cause n+ggas don’t go to work, and slang dope and they rob
about to get a sack, i ain’t finna starve
i put this sh+t in a bottle, i rock it up ’til it’s hard
bought me a ’64, fresh black daytonas
i got the nine in my lap, tryna jack, you a goner
we hit a red light, jump in the turnin’ lane
a car swoop up mulholland, lil’ stretch, this sh+t look strange
we bust a quick ass left, on imperial
d+mn, we got t’d by a blue f+ckin’ rico
dropped of some sess into the jets
my n+gga let down his window and got off with the f+ckin’ tec
bararow was the sound we he pulled the trigga
welcome to the eastside, n+gga!
[verse 4: dogg]
once again, once again, the dogg is back
what’s up to the hookers and peace to the hood rats
my hood is down below, too hoe for the tip+top
i got enough jackers, get around like 2pac
d+mn, here comes the one time, what it’s all about?
throw the strap in the bushes, put the yay in my mouth
gotta get away, can’t be goin’ to jail and
nothin’ but smooth sailin’, uh, uh, uh
the yg’s on yo’ ass, b+tch
quick to rip up sh+t, and quick to bust yo’ b+tch
so if you know me, you know that i’m a trooper
ben davies suit, black beanies and my pumas
the dogg finna batch in, yeah, b+tch, and you knowin’
before i go, westside, keep it goin’ (haha)

[chorus x4]
eastside, n+gga, westside, n+gga

[verse 5: big freeze]
it’s the n+gga big freeze like a breeze from the eastside
comin’ from the hood where the most police die
maniac, homicide, that’s my identity
just like the chronic, takin’ n+ggas to infinity
strapped with a glock, with the plastic ring
get ready for the casket, mane
hittin’ your ass up like acid rain
eastside drama, n+gga’s baby mama givin’ the c+ck up
fools die ’cause they didn’t know watts up
left in the blood+bath, of the psychopath
this watts n+gga’s on the trigga so tell me what’s up, n+gga?
the westside is the best side, f+ck you tramp hoes
that’s why i’m d+ckin’ the hoes, rippin’ the hoes and blazin’ up indo
on the eastside of watts where the boss players lurk
we come deep with heat and ain’t afraid to put in work
so you better watch your back
’cause the eastside of watts where the real cap peelers at
[verse 6: dba flip]
don’t even move, i got my strap to yo’ back
it ain’t nothin’ personal, just tryna keep my pockets fat
peep my lethal weapon, it’s a chromed out smith & wesson
better hope my 211’ll turn a 187 (187)
got my partners wit’ me just to watch my back side
bustin’ caps like these raps, are you wit’ me, westside? (right)
nothin’ but a g, just don’t let me catch you slippin’
d+mn near no conscience so there ain’t gon’ be no simpin’
on why you bummin’ to flip, don’t gimme none of that lit
’cause all this “we brothers” sh+t ain’t gonna make my ass rich
i’m leavin’ no clues and either way you lose
i catch you slippin’, now you a victim of this westside jack move

[chorus x4]
eastside, n+gga, westside, n+gga

[verse 7: tweedy bird loc]
it’s that eastside criminal, comin’ outta compton
tweedy b+i+r+d will be steady bombin’
cuttin’ mothaf+ckas like scissors
turnin’ ’em inside out, so stop b+tchin’
step into h+ll’s kitchen, punk, i am the chef
and if we play the game of cards, i’m dealin’ out death
ain’t no need for a rep, because i deal with all rules
i fight dirty, givin’ blow, to the family jewels
i waited too long but now i’m in the mix flowin’
comin’ out blastin’ in case, you not knowin’
show and tell, as i bail off the streets on the east
the b, the i+r+d, the g, the t+b, puttin’ n+ggas to sleep
too big to creep, so i charge like a buffalo
throwin’ blows at my foes and i never trust a hoe
i’m the quiet assassin, known to hoo+ride
so lock all your doors, n+ggas, when you roll through the eastside

[interlude: tweedy bird loc]
yeah, that’s how we livin’ on the eastside, know what i’m sayin’?
yeah, peace out to the west

[verse 8: oyg big wy]
come one, come all but first step to the side
yg big wy regulatin’ the westside
bustin’ hoes and jackin’ ’em, with my conversation
from inglewood to watts i got a reputation
(where the f+ck that at, n+gga?)
oh, at first you didn’t hear me?
if you comin’ from the east, it’s the westside that sit you
with the k!llas, 211 troopers, candy apple caddy coupers
crocker sack khaki suiters
watch a b+tch in a jetta, what stays in a beretta?
.380 off safety, say your prayers when i get ya
creepin’ in the cut, big wy’s unpredictable
the soldierz is the best ’cause the rest is despicable
rollin’ low with a 4 with a b+tch that i’m tossin’
pager in my hand, flip phone so i’m flossin’
quick to rip up, punk, this a stick up
n+gga, if you ain’t a soldier, throw your sh+t up

[chorus x4]
eastside, n+gga, westside, n+gga

[verse 9: lil’ stretch]
i ain’t comin’ short on a totem pole
i’m fully red out the watts live to sellin’ coal?
n+ggas die 24/7 over punk sh+t
if i’mma k!ll him for his grip and not a punk b+tch
check the pedigree, all the sh+t that i been doin’, g
it’s ’bout money, cause that punk sh+t to pass me
i made a choice, yeah, i’m out to get it all
bless my young g’s comin’ up, keep ’em standin’ tall
call up big wally, kick this sh+t about a half ’em in
“yo, it’s a party on the five, n+gga”, yeah, i’m wit’ it
went to the party, it was bumpin’, we came through the back
my boy said “don’t look at them hookers, man, that ass is fat”
i mixed the psycho with the gin and took a long hit
and started freakin’ with the b+tch and got a hard d+ck
she looked at me and said “you hard up but don’t even know me”
i told her “400 if you can meet me and my homie”
“and we’ll give you 50 back only if the p+ssy’s good”
we toast her up and let the b+tch to the f+ckin’ hood
don’t get it wrong, i got love for the westside
shouts to my mothaf+ckin’ n+ggas known to hoo+ride
so if you really hear me, n+gga, won’t you let me know
roll up the window, fire up that indo
i’mma do the same as a young n+gga, roll back to the eastside
where we known to jack

[chorus x4]
eastside, n+gga, westside, n+gga

[outro x4]
whassup, b+tch? whassup, b+tch?
woo woo, woo woo

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