I Luv It - Tha Eastsidaz, Kokane, Sir Dogg

Eastsidaz come out and play

Eastsidaz come out and play

Eastside!

one five, two*cough*one

Two oh, one eastside one five

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh

We finna show you motherf*ckers whats happenin

Tray Dee

Comin in front and center state ya name and game

Yeah them eastsidaz back and we came to bang (eastside)

Givin it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin

Stricly insane and we do the damn thang

Its the big bad eastsider rollin

Now how many blocks we controllin

Two zero, two one, one five seventeen and eleven

One nine and a muthaf*ckin dime

Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house

They don’t sleep, well freak off brand knock em out

Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge

Young Gs, Lil Gs, casualties and war

So we push the turf steady pushin work

Ni*gas love seein thugs so we look for dirt

Where the shit don’t stop and them six fours hop

If ya just get socked, don’t trip gettin dropped

All black wit a little bit of gold

Now lemme show you motherf*ckers how the eastside roll

Footin to the metal, every hand on stiletto

Extra clip when we book out, peace we long ghetto

I’m about to make the sh*t crack

We got straps in this b*tch I got somethin on fat

Tellin you motherf*ckers, «Damn!»

It ain’t no thang when you bang wit the Dogg Pound (DOGG POUND)

(I luv it!) The way the homies come through all blue ni*ga what y’all wanna do?

(I luv it!) We got hos to the left, platinum on our chest nig*a yup yup

(I luv it!) Can’t stop, won’t stop, so what that L.B.C.

like

(I luv it!) We do the damn thang all night, better yet fo' life

I luv it!

We keepin that shit G

Cause that’s all I see

I luv it!

We always gon' roll, and stay way too deep

Tray Dee, Gol-die, Snoop, ducez 'n trayz

Still give it to that a*s the old fashion way

From the LB city, where them shells leave many

Wannabes on they knees, tryna beef wit a gizze

Aye loc, I represent till the sh*t don’t stop

F*ck them paramedics and them crooked a*s cops

Its hard to maintain on the front line

Check this out cuz, I gotta get mine

Low ridahs, eastsidaz comin wit that G sh*t

People want some of this?

Hell naw trick

I’m keepin that shit gangsta

Yeah, C-walkin on you pranksters, ni*ga

We don’t really give a mad f*ck ni*ga what

Gettin mad stuck, catch you comin out the cut

Hoo ridin, G ridin f*ck the law

Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw

My reactions, attractions, fast and all actions

Till I die east the side, I stay smashin

Represent this like its meant to see

To the graveyard or the penetentary

(I luv it!) The way the homies come through all blue ni*ga what y’all wanna do?

(I luv it!) We got hos to the left, platinum on our chest nig*a yup yup

(I luv it!) Can’t stop, won’t stop, so what that L.B.C.

like

(I luv it!) We do the damn thang all night, better yet fo' life

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I am Sir Dogg

D-P-G funk

And I am crip

I never learned to crip

Oh no!

Put me down

Let go of my legs

I’ll never C-walk

Do the time of life

You have the time of your life

Hey ha!

Oh yeah, what’s Crip-a-lat'n baby?

Eastsidaz, «Duces 'N Trayz — The Old Fashioned Way»

Somethin uh, to make you move, groove, and defintely sets the mood

Its so uh gangsta, its so uh prankster

Its the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie

To lick ya boogie oggie oggie

Can ya dig what i’m talkin bout

I smell ya Battle Cat

Now thats funky, thats so funky, I have to say uh!

Eastsidaz come back

Eastsidaz come back

Eastsidaz come back

Eastsidaz come back