[Chill talkin]
What's happenin
Let's drop this sh** off for the homie from Long Beach
Let's say Compton and the L-B-C meet the east and west again
Motherf**in Half Dead in this b**h
My n***a Tray in this b**h
They call me the hurricane Chill, check it out
[Chill verse]
A little something for the bloods, crips, rucks for your ride
G'z and locs from the east and the westside
Dedicated to the gang related
Buckin' fools down makin the other side run and hide
Throw your straps in the sky one time
Buck buck, buck, we don't give a f**
Lay yo a** in a puddle, sh**
Quick to bust for my n***as from the east and the west clique
[Lil' 1/2 Dead singin and (talkin)]
This is dedicated to the east and the westside
(yeah, this is dedicated to the east and the westside baby)
So put your sh** in the deck adjust the ba** and let the tape ride
(we gon put it in and let it ride baby)
Cuz me and my homie Chill are droppin gangsta sh**
(we droppin enough of that gangsta sh**)
The type o' sh** that none of you bustaz can f** with
(that's right, where none of you bustaz can f** with)
So step the f** back before you smacked all in ya face
(before you get smacked up)
Cuz when it comes to puttin it down Half Dead runs the whole place
(yeah)
[Chill Hook]
We chillin on the eastside, smokin weed on the westside
Gettin drunk on the eastside, f**in b**hes on the westside
Gettin jacked on the eastside, one times on the westside
O.G.'z on the eastside, O.G.'z on the westside
One two, one two
[Chill verse]
Now that sh** ain't got thick
So I'm throwin up the westside on the one hype click
Slumped up in an 8-5 cuthey
Indo smoke, bumpin my buddy
On my way to the east, don't need no strap cuz n***as act peace
No n***a set-trippin and thangs
Just a couple o' homies throwin up gang, mayne
Everybody got dodo, oh no
Here comes the homies in the lo-lo
Eastside, westside (westside)
n***as stay down for your crown, hoo-ride
[Lil' 1/2 Dead verse]
You know I gotsta stay down for my crown
I be's that crazy a** n***a from the (eastsiiiide) eastside part of town
The H-A-L-F D-E-A and to the D
Straight born and raised in the L-B-C
[Chill Hook]
Smokin weed on the eastside, gettin drunk on the westside
Mothaf**as on the eastside, mothaf**as on the westside
Gang o' hoes on the eastside, gang o' tricks on the westside
Big booty on the eastside, big a** bu*tery on the westside
[Lil' 1/2 Dead verse]
On a mission on my way back to the east
And like my n***a Chill said the east is all about peace
Ain't no more gang-bangin, just cavvy slangin
Late night n***as on the corner hangin
Trynna make a buck, and still don't give a f**
So run up and your a** will get stuck
So take heas to the words that I kick
Cuz I drops nuttin but gangsta sh**, beyotch
[Lil' 1/2 Dead singin]
This is dedicated to the east and the westside
So put your sh** in the deck or just replace and let the take ride
Cuz me and my homie Chill are droppin gangsta sh**
The type o' sh** that none of you bustaz can f** with
So step the f** back before you smacked all in ya face
Cuz when it comes to puttin it down Half Dead runs the whole place
[Chill Hook]
Gettin drunk on the eastside, motherf**ers on the westside
They gettin loaded down the eastside, big b**hes on the westside
n***as slangin on the eastside, n***as hangin on the westside
One times on the eastside, big b**hes on the westside
One two, one two
[Chill talkin while DJ Baby G scratches "yea"]
This is fo' them punk a** b**hes
You thought you knew
Westside and eastsida, rida, fo' life
You lil' trick, ol' beyotch
Murderin sh**
Me and my n***a Half Dead and my n***a Tray, yo yo yo yo yo
n***as, makin them motherf**in tracks for the westcoast
Westcoast kicks the most
Tell you the truth, n***a, this n***a bout to k** it
For my n***a Half Dead
Compton out