Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - Eastside, Westside lyrics

[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