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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 motherfucker, east side up Like this and like that motherfucker 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 Wakin up late off a fucked up day I was in Dogg sippin, straight DoggHouse crippin Fuck 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 cuz 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 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 Fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BROADUS, CALVIN/DAVIS, TRACY LA MARR <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC , Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Mobbin', straight billin' through the Eastside
Never had a site to rhyme but I'm still mobbin' 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 ain't finished with this mission so listen to what's crackin' We ain't 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 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 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 I still wear the same pair of khakis, 'least three days Nappy ass, French braids and it ain't 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 Guarantee 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 ain't no fadin' this 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 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 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 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 |
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| 3:29 |
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Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin
Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by The tray, like gangstas with the heaters Gangbangin is my shit nigga Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....) We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him That's probably how rumors get started See niggas be yappin off at the mouth And don't be havin their heart in Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin Nigga throw me somethin, shit I'm doin badder than you And I aint even fakin or frontin So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck And my status been a classic I stay on the set Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit Cool time on the grind never mind the danger Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys We in this business to win this whatever the cost Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Deee you're never to cross Motherfuckers We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....) We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) |
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| 8. |
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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 till 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 what's 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'" That's 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 |
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| 10. |
| 4:33 |
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( Tray-Dee )
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro We run from East Long Beach to West South Central Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows, dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow You know that west coast low mentality Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy We keep it straight hard but guard the spot Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride ( hook, Snoop ) If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up We makein papa only suckas claim to touch By stickin to the script and neva changin up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up ( Goldie Loc ) It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp And the nockin don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction Watch out for the friction Dis West Coast on mine And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip C-walkin holdin on the extra clip Now you wanna be a frend But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload You wanna go toe to toe Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no ( Butch Cassidy ) I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby ( Snoop Dogg ) I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up All star shoes with the G apparel If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams You neva catch me lookin R&B I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG Blazin a ounce with the homie cat Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map I keep it gangsta for sho do lo And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all Let me hit sumthin dogg Beware of my clique We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit ( hook ) ( Snoop talkin ) Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life West Side You can't spell the West without the E-S Ah yes we connectin y'all Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em ) And we out ( see ya, see your ) |
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| 4:16 |
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( Goldie Loc )
Damn cause this spot's gettin hot I can't trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops The closest nigga to you would do you and try to screw you Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you And he could be the same nigga the switch Playin all one minute but he really is a bitch Now watch out for the twist Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich But you thought them niggaz would never do that Until they came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats And it always ends up f**ked up When the innocent die it'll have yo brain stuck It'll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause I'm havin bad luck F**ked up in my younger days Shit I'll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays A few days back one of homies got rugged out Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway Wit mo guns niggaz sinnin for another day Damn cause this spots gittin hot Damn cause this spots gittin hot Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo Think it was my homies f**ked up can't realy call it do If it was I'ma git him He gunna hate it when it hit him Damn cause this spot's gettin hot I can't trust the paramedics or them crooked ass cops The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to screw you Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you ( hook, Butch Cassidy ) Another day has come How much longer will I run I wanna have sum fun Layin out in the sun How much dirt have I done My life has just begun I sleep with my gun My problems weigh a ton ( Tray-Dee ) I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched Fool I used to run with and trusted snitched Got one time on my block straight posted Hopin that I slip but I dip and ghosted Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin Wound uptown on a hot ass block Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock Daily Tray-Dee'll loose pursuit But deez ho's broke and don't look to cute So I parlay to the hard ways of jackin Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin I didn't I was the one to be Kickin summary of sum wen I let em slide up under me But God as my witness As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless I stayed hard hit the yard Pull niggaz hole cards Had em runnin to the sarge Jail house scars tell the part you played Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake It don't pay to go soft Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherf**kers ( Dee, Talkin ) And that's how we do it Bitch ass niggaz Out here tellin disrespectin the game F**kin up this realism we puttin down out here You know what I'm sayin Nigga need the cops to help em out Hoe ass niggaz Stand on ya own nigga Live by the gun die by the gun Nigga be a soldier ( hook ) |
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| 4:29 |
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| 3:43 |
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| 2:38 |
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(Snoop Talking)
Wassup dog? Wassup my nigga, how you doing dog? Man, I'm chilling my nigga How you livin'? Shit, I'm livin' it up baby Really, ohh really, shit It's all great then I'm glad to see ya, basically Yeah, yeah But on the real though dog How you living though? Who me? Shit (Snoop) I got two boys and a wife I live a luxurious life And I'm respected in this game Cause I do's the same Man, look here Let me spit you something for a second Cause I see y'all ain't been peeping out my record I see ladies, I see players, and I see haters And all you fools who perpetrate us, I'll get back with ya later I got a plate of shrimps, laughing with some pimps Chopping game, while my diamond's swinging Banking off my gold chain (Butch Cassidy) My time has come The way it's done No more being strung Around just like a bun My dues are paid Darkness was paved Let's go find some shade Then we've got it made (Snoop) Money ain't everything dog, but I tell ya If I didn't have it, i'd be labelled as a felon So, as long as I breathe, I achieve Keep god first in my life, I know that's right And I prevail, whether I do or don't sell It ain't about that, it's about giving back We trying to get our live on, while you jib on Let a homie get his sang on, instead of his bang on (Butch Cassidy) My life's my friends And it's gonna be here till the end It brought me a past Out the hood, so I know it's gonna last Down by the sea Is where all the ladies see me They tried to flash Be down, but I had to make a dash (Snoop) He went from a bucket to a benz, from some change to some ends From his homies in the pen, to his balling friends You know, flossy, flossin, bossy, bossin, boss But I paid the cost (Butch Cassidy) I wanna go As far as I can go Just not loco though Japan and even Tokyo (Xzibit talking) Yeah broadcasting live to your radiostation This is Snoop Dogg You know what I'm saying Yeah giving a shout out Mr X-to-the-Z-Xzibit To all the homeboys on Dogghouse Records Like this (Insert) (Snoop Talking) 187.4fm on your dial W-Balls |
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| 1:03 |
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| 4:16 |
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(Snoop Dogg)
L.T., Uh, The nerve of this bitch (Tray Deee) A bitch made purpose is to service a mac In a skirt till her feet hurt workin trap No breaks, ho break mine or she don't sleep Pussy just a piece of meat another means to eat Bitches playin like the wayin so I stay in the game Pimpin hard on these niggaz cuz they playin is lame How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough Back-talk get you slapped broad stay in yo place I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know Chronic weed smoke the only thing I cop to blow Gangsta-playa paper-chasin break a bitch like young No tongue get em sprung from the game I run One in a million with this pimpin Suga Free no cut Now come up from promote and tell these hoes what's up (Suga Free) Ho must've said Suga Free go wash yo hands I said bitch I'm Suga Free I wash my hands befo I touch my dick Bitch I'm ceasin, meanin I'm 900-99 thousand, 900-99 dollars, 99 cents away from breathin Now if she tell that her pussy ain't sellin she lyin (Man that bitch is connin you) And it she say baby let's go get this paper don't playa-hater hater she tryin be all the ho that you can be Oh no I ain't gone playa hate you cuzz you dressed like you a freak Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep" With that pimp stick hangin french-braided right by my feet Now on a accident pussy sells, you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells But you gone get plenty mo cuz pimpin neva fells Ooohh venom, cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye If you didn't have Suga Free you'd have to invent him (Got, Someby, Like a Mua Fucka) (Snoop Dogg) Me and my niggaz is hard as hell Pimp slap a bitch for some clientele Bitch get me a room at a plush hotel To hit this trick for this lick and go get my mail If you ever get caught, cracked and thrown in jail You know a nigga comin throw with that bail I put you on a track like that for real And you know and I know that pussy will sell (Hook (Snoop Dogg)) Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money (Snoop Dogg) Where ever I go it's all the same Do the pussy have a name yeah but it might change (da, da) Dependin on the weather or the mood that that day If the cat got macked then that fool gone pay Now lay lay yo head on back You down with the dogg then work that trap And don't come back till you get that scratch, and bring it all to me I put the P-I-M-P-O ology, bitch threw a dolla at me me I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha) I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours (Goldie Loc) You say you broke ho, look here miss me It be all tipes of niggaz that be payin for ma-dussy (bitch) There go the cona girl, now post up If you come back with no chips, yo gets slapped up I might hit you with the pimp stick And bitch think twice befo askin fo deez-nick And the last time you had some money Is when you stole it from yo momma, bitch that shit ain't funny (shit ain't funny) But a pimp like me got payed (got payed) And a hoe like you got played (got played) Now listen to the sound of the bells ring Baby it's cash goin on like ching ching Get up, get out, and get some You see what i'm doin, bustin on tracks to keep you fuckin Let you tell it i'm out here pimpin for free That ain't yo Goldie I got too much hog in me I dogg hoes like Snoop (like Snoop) Throw some lotion on yo feet befo you jump up in my coup (beeitch) (Snoop Dogg) Pimpin ain't easy but it's a whole lotta fun Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Get dought in the snow in Idahoe I gotta lie to ho, and a wida hoe One things for show if all fails They go get my mail cuzz pussy sells (Hook (Snoop Dogg)) Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money Oohh She got the bomb, Yeah my bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, Nigga you want the honey fool I want the money (Suga Free) Yeah Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Nigga Pimp on, In a real way |
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| 3:23 |
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(Butch Cassidy, Snoop Dogg)
( Tray-Dee ) Once upon a time not long ago 4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach Hugz frum da freaks Even by tha thugz wit da heats Now it seem da hole damn hood dun switchd up Used ta put our fists up see hoo lip git bust Hallain out da set as we sweat at da hutch Come frum out of bounds mess around git stuck So tell me wuts up wit dis LBC thang Homies hatin homies wen we on dis G thang Now peep game it's about ta be da next centerury It ain't about life witout da penetentaries It git ta be a damn shame at times Knowin we da strongest wen thangs cumbine Bang da 9 dub an' insane 4 life West an' North side keep brangin it rite ( hook, Butch Cassidy ) Let's all come 2getha leave that bull alone I'm tired of playin games man wuts goin on We all shood luv one anutha put da guns away An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang ( Snoop ) We pushin da real about da LBC Dirty D, Reeseka, an' Big Skrappy C-Dogg on da switch 'cause dis is Eastside good Beach City 2 da fullest wut chall thout dis wuz I'm hallain at my family Jimmy Brown frum da beach He told me dat da hood wuz back crackin at peace So u know me I'ma throw us a feast Fa all my homeboyz frum da muthaf**kin East Y'all deserve it I'm swervin in da beema now I wish all my dead homeboyz kood see me now I'm driftin thinkin back how it wuz But all dis muney kan't bring da homies back up So take it 4 wut it wuz worth Frum da earth 2 da dirt We gunna du dis til yo head hurt My time keeps slippin away Me an' my niggaz keep chippin away I rememba wen my nigga Fay wuz lockd away We used 2 tell him how we dreamd about gittin payd An' now we takin trips wile we mix alize An' we du dis in da LBC kinda way ( hook ) ( Goldie Loc ) U got me on da muney makin mission But my moms at da house stedy wishin That I don't roll out 'cause she know sumthin rong So I take anutha git frum da bomb I leave da house ta git wit dis gangsta hits Doggs an' locs git redy ta manage a grip Dirty Dale frum insane an' lil Sag frum da dub Dem both of bruthas I gots ta giv em luv Now wut dis sound like Me blastin anyone of my kind foo dat ain't rite I still repent on evrythang that I did Let me put my thangs up I gots ta raise me a kid Baby Goldie gunna hav it jus like Spanky Let me git my funds rite homie don't playa hate me Lite it up blaze it up ain't no need fa chokin Eastside Long Beach foo we West Coast ( hook ) |
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| 3:35 |
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Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life, Yeah)
Life Goes on (Life, Life) 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) 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) 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 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) 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) 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) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BROADUS, CALVIN/LONG, JERRY B./WOMACK, CECIL Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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