Lyrics:
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
Now it's getting too lonely here on the east side, beast side, can I rest in peace side
I'm feeling too phony to all of my homies, retry, man I wanna
only a freshman
Ion snitch so lil nigga don't ask me no question
With my daddy and we ridin throgh the East side
She ain't wanna fuck me ok that's coo
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a West Side Story
that wasnt even the question
That was like the geographical side
See I took that like geographically
I mean Ill definitely my prediction was millions by
front, back, side to side
Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stopped at my homey South Central
he'd die
He the kid with the J's and the Levi's
He'd mind, king and he'd sign
Murder everything and do it by design
He'd fly and he on the East side
He
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
drip in it she wanna drown
She like how I sound get her aroused
I'm a Long Beach nigga posted in the East
Nigga you can't come around if you can't name
town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin'
where we was born and raised straight up to ride
boy (west side) continuously, (continuously) we get to an expeditiously
keep the light on east side
what’s next
There’s more sun to shine, and road to ride
Brother with you by my side
So come on Hopper Bob, it’s time for another round
We’ve got some hell
hold me up
I been on my own too long
I need somebody to hold me up
Take a flight take a hit
Yea baby know what’s up
I don’t need you by my side if you
I'm solo, still be doomed by the two knifes
Marni on the coat, knew it flew cross the seaside
I'ma take a boat, need some shoes from the east side
stand by my self
'til my very last breath
'Cause you know what? A coward
Dies a thousand deaths
And I'm proud when it's a sound
But now a thousand next
can't be stopped
Pon tu manos arribas
Wave em side to side
East coast west coast
Mis Latinos worldwide
Bievienidos to the half breed block
Where
the top off, aye
For the weekend
Baby you a small town girl from the east side
I'm just hoping you don't hit me with a peace sign
Visions of you in
stomach and I broke his necklace
Bob and I weave, weave and I bob
And I ain't go stop until I knock down my job
SwishaHouse bitch, get crunk or get ghost
to roll up on the block on the east side
I crack enough forties by the sea side
Lose a nigga every week to a drive by
Whole bookshelf of stories behind
to roll up on the block on the east side
I crack enough forties by the sea side
Lose a nigga every week to a drive by
Whole bookshelf of stories behind
Welcome back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword Kem'po
Lyrical rhyme nympho, be -boy Bob Digital
Diamond crystal ring solid gold bone rituals
We
ways
South, South East, West, south west, east
North, North east, North west
And the black and white images fade
To great sound waves
Track my
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