Tha Eastsidaz

(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!!!)

(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)

(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)

(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)

( 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 )

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

( 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 )

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...)

(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

(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 )

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)

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Written By BROADUS, CALVIN/LONG, JERRY B./WOMACK, CECIL
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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

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Written By BROADUS, CALVIN/DAVIS, TRACY LA MARR
<i>Lyrics &copy; EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC , Universal Music Publishing Group</i>

(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

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