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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 4:18 |
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| 4. |
| 5:15 |
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| 5. |
| 4:08 |
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| 6. |
| 3:50 |
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| 7. |
| 2:56 | 
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(Kokane)
Life is much mo' precious Than you'll think Like a game'll make yo chips sink It's so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I'll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I'm a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain't too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends Ohhhhhhh (Goldie Loc) Now all I gotta do is keep my head up And walk a straight line when fake friends won't mind But I'm kind-hearted And don't like being stepped on If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day Lil' Jay used to say I'd never be nobody But you know what I never do? Smoke it off like Gotti Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone I never threaten nobody to make it happen Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin' But if I had a chance to give it back I'd give it to the ones who helped me do that Do that, straight from the heart Eastside till I die We ain't no contract friends, we doggs for life (Tray Deee) It's a trip how we Crip Suppose the enemies still With both sides ride causing plenty of tears Insane's and 20's both from the same city A bunch of down niggas and it ain't that many Me, C, and the G can think back to the start Homies chillin', getting high, shooting craps in the park And having a heart To get 'em up if it was beef Head up like G's, take it out in the street Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case And homie that ain't nothing that the set could erase You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close And y'all kids, my kids, so we family now Cause I could never see you doing bad without And that's real (Kokane) Life is much mo' precious Than you'll think Like a game'll make yo chips sink It's so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I'll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I'm a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain't too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends... (fades out) |
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| 4:49 |
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| 9. |
| 3:47 |
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| 10. |
| 3:45 |
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(Intro: Kokane + (Snoop Dogg))
Ohhh... Chassa-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LBC, Chassa-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) La da da da da da da (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LB (LB) (Tray Deee) What up cuhz? You know ain't nothin' different on mines When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk I'm blowin' niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough The last thought you rappin' niggaz should think Is you could never get as gangsta as Tray Deee on the beat On the streets, over beef, you don't compete with uno You know - the general a criminal do-low Committed 'cause I'm wit it, then I spit it and live it Niggaz timid in my vision, I cause tension and thinkin' By my presence I'm the answer to societys hate A true rider with the mind to push the mightiest weight Fools petty and they ready, steady comin' with bullshit A full clip what you'll get that hit like a mule kick A sure hit, that's all I'm aimin' for when I blast Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Tray Deee) Yeah niggaz, how you figure that the game gon' wait? I came home straight from the pen to take yo' place Ain't no chase, this paper comin' soon as I post up And watch the victim clock and catch him choppin' his dope up Fuck his hopes up - stripped, gagged, and roped up Take the whole cut and leave him swoll and ghost up I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike Thug for life, come and catch the slugs at night Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty Since the game is shitty I gots to bang the city Strictly gangsta so I bring the terroristical heat Rap, scrap, jack, and mack to reach the tip of the peak This is the Beach, now any nigga got a rebuttal - gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once he peek at the muzzle Struggled hard for my title and intend to hold it You want it? - then all invitations open (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Tray Deee) I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street Then that's seven more bustas who claim they got heat And it'll take seven more C's 'fore I start to reach Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street Tray Deee never do it easy, fool so don't expect it Niggaz get checked and they sets disrespected No question, I'm all you ever thought that you was Til' you ran across the boss and now you coughin' up blood Shoot first, fools curse 'fore they kick up dust Clip gon' bust, then they gon' have to pick loc up All that talkin' 'cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off Senseless loss, a curb where niggaz piss me off Conflict with my click, get your bitch ass touched All my comrads bomb fast, it's as sick as fuck 2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf Check the cash when we mash. always rugged, the worst (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Outro: Kokane) + (Snoop Dogg) *Kokane ad libs* (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) |
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| 4:20 |
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| 1:41 |
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| 4:08 |
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| 3:13 |
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| 17. |
| 4:27 |
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| 18. |
| 2:57 |
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(Snoop Dogg)
**talking while singing "Late night"** Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money... I mean it's hard.. hustling late night You know (late niight) Some of these suckas out there tryna get what I got Tryna pull me down (late night) But you know.. I'm a real playa Real hustler.. real gangsta I'm bout getting this money (late night) I don't give a fuck what time it is.. It can go down all night.. (Tray Deee) Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat First step, to collect a nigga's bread and meat The squares asleep But all the hogs out on the prowl Blocks get locked down like they off a child Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining 9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising Occupation gangsta committed to thug life (Kokane) On a late night.. That's the time we gone ride Nigga, it's do or die Late night We ain't checking for names When the hollow points fly On a late night.. Deeper and deeper We had to get into some gangsta shit Late night Deeper and deeper They don't know who they fucking wit (Goldie Loc) Dead bodies with a funky smell Throw 'em in the ocean Jack the fo' up two times And young nigga, keep coastin' Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo? I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house? Gallop in yo shit like the black joust To make it real simple and quick If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit And it's all about the fast lane, nigga When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas (Kokane) On a late night.. That's the time that we gone move a gang away Late night They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes On a late night.. Deeper and deeper I bang these streets for all so long Late night Deeper and deeper Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong (fades out) |
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| 3:31 |
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| 20. |
| 4:34 |
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(Intro)
Go help yourself fucker (son of a bitch) Hahahaha!!! (Guh-ohh) I know Tha Eastsidaz Them some bad motherfuckers Uh-oh (Uh-oh, uh) (Snoop Dogg) Swizz Beatz Up in the motherfuckin Dogghouse Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster Godzilla (Goldie (Kokane)) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas talkin shit, bitches on my dick Stay so swift, buckin this shit Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock Hustlers on the block, busters gettin shot Playa haters jock, and pray that they got cop, cuz.. (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) I'm quick to start strappin, down for straight jackin Don't ask me what happened if ya gun start clappin Nigga I was rappin, while you was actin, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Real niggas postin, gettin drunk, smokin Khaki chucks spokin, pistol grip totin Always go for broke, and love livin life motive (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-ooo!!!) (Snoop talking) Everywhere I go I see we just rubbin off on the whole motherfuckin game, haha (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Some be hatin, some roll gatin (so) Most be fakin so they get they hoes taken Since I don't be tastin, you hoes I'll be shakin, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) I see thick ass bitches, big ass switchin Quick cash pimpin, swift ass kickins Zig-Zag twistin, fifth glass sippin (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Don't get quiet, niggas start a riot Take off like hollies, young gangsta try it In it for the highs, you can't deny it man (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Motherfuckers tryin to bang, niggas runnin game Suckas gettin played, player bitches gettin paid Said gangster everyday, place the snitches in their grave (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop talking) Yeah somebody thought the game was dead The game ain't dead these niggas is scared (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Packed up cells, dirty-ass jails Sneaky ass snails, hot like Hell Funky shit that smell, clean your fingernails man (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Redneck cops, X pills pop (fuck 'em) Banned X boxes and yoke gettin shopped Stacks gettin clocked and 'Lacs gettin dropped (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Gone off hennessey, bitches next to me Takin some Ecstasy, want some sex from me It's all G, nigga can't you see, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Cars full of sets, marks gettin checked (Eastside!) Hard niggas vets, bulletscars on they chest Start tryna test I hope the Lord got ya blessed nigga (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop talking) From Spain to Maine, we here to change the game Ain't a motherfuckin thang changed, yaknah'msayin mayne (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Make this motherfucker jump, let the bitches get crunk I got a room at the Trump, later on we can slump Let the speakers thump, and watch these hoes thump (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas serve zones, niggas swerve chrome Bitches turn wrong, get other bitches turned on (ooh) Think it ain't sold then ya must have heard wrong (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Bailin thru the streets, always catch me with some heat On my way to buck a freak, back up we fuck the heat In and out of sheets while yo' ass be asleep, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) I stand on the set, demand my respect (for life) My hand on the tech, or the magnum on deck (nigga) You ain't gotta guess, I represent it to the death nigga (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop Dogg talking) Everywhere I go, everywhere I go Every-motherfuckin-where Everywhere we go (EASTSIDE!!!) Hahaha (Everywhere I go!!!) Put ya motherfuckin cups down nigga It's goin down up in this motherfucker Swizz Beatz, Ruff Rydin, Eastside (Everywhere I go!!!) Yeah, yeah, a little somethin, for all my niggas down in the dirty-dirty All my niggas on the BS, yea yea nigga (Everywhere I go!!!) Every-motherfuckin-where I go I keep that bomb-ass weed on me Yeah, got a bad bitch, waitin on me in the hotel room (Everywhere I go!!!) |
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