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[snoop dogg]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh Eastside, long beach drop the hits and uh We got, so many niggas on the team nowadays Lb, qb, dp, gc p Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise Them eastside boys is the real mccoys We walkin through the projects sippin on a 40 Rippin, dippin, and spittin at your shorty You may think I'm outta bounds but I think I'm in I holla at my folks before I step on in Spit at my nigga andy hilfiger Slide up in the garden, next to steve martin We settin up shop on the east coast now Dogghouse nigga, the big bow wow And we higher than a motherf**ker, east side up Like this and like that motherf**ker Eastdide So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it, now So high you can't get over it I just want to make your day [goldie loc] Wakin up late off a f**ked up day I was in dogg sippin, straight dogghouse crippin F**k wit us and get that ass bombed out Need some smoke, for the homies from the south This is what it's all about It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs Swerve through the eastside loc, scoop up the homies Bang them other fools 'cause them busters don't know me It seems like this is my only chance to get rich Invest in my chips, never chippin off a bitch Trip, bring that bomb to me Underwater with cocaine, crackin with p o p Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong I'm faded like cheech and chong Watch out for the second hand smoke [tray deee] Yeah, I was born and raised in the ways of a ridah Representin mines to be a true eastsidah Survival of the fittest, how we live this shit F**k a bitch, dump a clip, out to get them chips No restrictions, takin off as soon as friction Pop, niggas drop once I pops the clip in Pimp wearin khaki suits and stacy biscuits And known like capone to them gangsta bitches Keep em workin somethin everywhere we go Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe West coast to the fullest but I bang the east Mad motherf**kers side to that city long beach So throw them gang signs up when you see me ride up And know for sure I'm bouta throw the eastside up And if a nigga got beef with that That's where his ass'll be sleepin at Point blank |
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| 2:57 |
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Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside
Never had a site to rhyme, but I'm still mobbin [Goldie Loc] Dope dealers, to the fullest I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this No need to be a punk just dump when I say so Empty the clip another block let's go I don't give a fuck about some posted what So C slide me the mac so I can rip shit up We aint finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin We aint rollin wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin The plan don't stop nigga, fuck the cops If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up Just blast for me, and I'ma blast for you When I'm in jail, get cash, and I'ma mash for you That's on the real homeboy don't let me down I clown homeboy and I bang the pound HOOK: Tray Deee We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats, and knivers Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors (repeat) [Tray Deee] I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days Nappy ass french braids and it aint no thang Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard Got jugs of water buried all across my yard One time on my line tryin ta find a cause Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down But I done made it too far to stop now Results of a banger, to most I'ma danger No hope for those who come to close to the chamber Bitches lovin I'ma gangster so fuck it No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don't work First look, say I'ma crook that did dirt for the turf High talk, high walk, when I stalk the street Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial Aim is to be famous wit major loot A gang of juice, in case I gots to bring the troops And everybody know the eastside the craziest So motherfuckers know it aint no fadin this HOOK 2X |
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| 4:24 |
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| 4:11 |
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| 3:11 |
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[Snoop Dogg]
Soldiers.. Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga? Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane It's in her neighborhood Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good I trust her dog Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip Well the party didn't start til I walked in and I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn' but in between time or in the meantime I slid my bitch in the back do' an she crept in with the nine We came here together so we can have fun Me and you baby goin one on one It's yo' hood so I figure it's good But if them niggaz start trippin I ain't trippin shit I ain't Hollywood We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars with buckshots comin from the homies in the cars Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this Naw hold on let me see how should I say this The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up Whatever fuckin reason would they wanna wet me up and get me up out the bitch wit da heat and a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from) I gotta dust em if I rush em and these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (fuck em) I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely Nigga didn't bring damn homie I wish I woulda, but I didn't I'm fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin) That's whats wrong wit niggaz Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a bitch Dogg is chillin, makin a killin What more can I say? "Top Billin'" Thats what I get, I got it good Crackin bitches in ya hood bitch Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard I got a great big bodyguard So step up if you wanna get hurt Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt I get the money, the money I got Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot That's how it is, ask yo' kids I stole ya hoe while you was in prison Jail, for spousal assault You was jealous it's all your fault Dogg is chillin, makin a killin What more can I say? "Top Billin'" Shootin dice came up short now I'm doin bad Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy So bad that I'm livin with my momma now and my bitch done dipped cuz I done run outta chips I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe man to some sucka ass nigga man I'm fallin slow Can't ain't even call a hoe; I'm feelin smalla loc Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga) Shit's real; we peel for the meal Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it and bring them same skanless bitches (why?) I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen On a mission to keep on dishin all fools Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker [speaking outro] |
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| 0:46 |
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| 2:38 |
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| 4:22 |
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| 3:19 |
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[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah man, let me holla at my nephew Tray-Deee Nephew, I can't believe these motherfucking stupid ass bitches man I done told em time and time and time again Well I guess they don't hear me So uh, why don't you let me know Matter fact let them know how you feel about these motherfucking hoes [Tray Dee] I can't explain how I came across the game I got More likely from parlayin with these things a lot Be on the gangsters jocks, soon as they spot that you clockin' These snakes'll plot, and then be all in your pockets Droppin little hints 'bout they rents and bills When you tell em you can't help em wanna twist they grills Like you owe em once you show em that you're interested When they knowin you be wantin just to hit and dig I aint got shit to give, but hard dick and conversation And talkin end, when I commit the penetration I toss at them, if it was proper we could kick it When we cross again, but you know aint no commitment I want ya when I need ya, and that's the procedure I call you and fall through, strictly at leisure And only keep ya, until you start to cost me Then I reverse the game til ya back up off me Kill em softly HOOK: Bitches ain't shit, I said it before, and I say it again, Tray Deee Bitches ain't shit, they only fuckin with your homies Cuz they know you got a grip Bitches ain't shit, I said it before, and I'ma say it again, Tray-Deee Bitches ain't shit, they only fuckin with your homies Cuz they know you got a grip [Tray Deee over Hook] I done peeped these knucleheads all ?? dogg These bitches on the gold rush This aint 1849 quit that pan handling hoe This '99, you tryin to get yours, but I need all mine You knowhatimsayin? [Tray Dee] I keep the energy caught her eyein me down Back when she first started hangin around In Long Beach got real deep on some real G sex So you got served bitch now what's next I ride on the side while we slide in my broom Old goons can't get with the ?foon? Naw I'm on another level, let's get in your shit Blowin herb while we swerve and we spend your chips Drain me and take me to the finest spots Out the dinin shop and buy me diamond rocks It's a privilege to get the dick and fuck wit me Knowin the whole way I roll is in luxury I'm a major type of player out for ruling the game Every line I design is for schoolin a dame When I approach I let 'em know it's all money and sex But I gotta be blessed before we make 'em connect [Tray Dee over Hook] I check a bitch as quick as Goldie the mac And keep them quarter sacks and holdin my straps I only want what's in the middle of they laps And plus I hump before I get 'em for they snaps (repeat) [Tray Dee] I can't conceive spendin cheese just to please a broad When eventually intentions be to leave 'em all In the minus, no matter if they the finest Then recognize the price come with rollin with riders You can't expect to step up in my company And we just fuck for free, and you not touchin me With some fine ass why chance gettin involved And be callin me a dogg after hittin them draws I'm out to ball, so keep all emotions in check And don't be tryin to test what you're sure to regret Thinkin you gon be sinkin up inside my profits Bitch you got twist but you needs to stop it I'm cold on the hold like the frozen snow For my dough unless we both tryin to make it grow I think you know, my bank be mo', than us kickin it What's mine is mine, but what's yours we splittin it [Tray Deee] I got three questions for a bitch though Where mines at, what's takin you so long to kick it in And how long this gon take you to get me some more hoes You know... |
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| 3:23 |
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| 3:35 |
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feat. Kokane
Chorus [Kokane & (Snoop Dogg) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life, Yeah) Life Goes on (Life, Life) (Snoop Dogg) Lil Tone, Lil Loc Half Dead ken folk Papa Loc, gun smoke, beer bottles & dope Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit For the homies that R.I.P. Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred dogg 3 times Like bub Scarface, T-Loc 1 & 2 Big 40 mick dogg this ones for you Sammy Parker we ain't forgot about you O.G. cuzz I'ma show these niggas how it's supposed to be done G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater I'ma holla at you later Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock Remember Boot, Murf & Dale - I miss the homies a lot D-O-Dubb you the realest nigga I feel it dogg Man my love ones I miss yall (miss yall) Chorus [Kokane & (Snoop Dogg) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember, Remember Ya'll) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) (Snoop Dogg) Pancake Lil man, Lil Tray & Jay dogg God bless ya'll souls and listem may ya'll Kids live a long life, live a strong life, Not the wrong life, let em live they own life G'dub, Jeff hogin we keep it rollin Pancho loc & my homeboy Nollan Big blue from the rear block You keep it real wit a nigga since the pop loc, you bought me soda pop My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court Just like the homie Demon Loc Damn too many of my homies got smoked Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw Not Reverend Harris too Dear God, tell me what our church gone do Chorus [Kokane & (Snoop Dogg) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life, Remember, Remember) Remember your loved ones that were, here now there gone Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) (Snoop Dogg) If you think that's bad, well that ain't all I gotta give a couple of shouts out to my doggz Eazy E Roger Troutman & The Notorious, B.I.G. My Big Homeboy Mooch you know I love your moms to death In Heaven she rest H.D. - Mary was your pride & Joy & Warren G ya'll my Mutha Phukkkin homeboyz He lost Ola Mae the same way See I be lookin at yall, & wantin to touch my momma everyday I don't know what I'm goin through but I'm there for you See on some real shit homie I care for you Rough times, Rough Rhymes, Heart-ache Man I ease the pane with a glass of bacarda But how could I, & why should I Cause on the real folks it's hard to say good-bye (good-bye) Chorus [Kokane & (Snoop Dogg) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember, Remember Ya'll) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone (Life, Life, Life) Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) Ooh Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone (Life) |
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