Eastside Westside (Lil 1/2 Dead)

(feat. Chill) [Chill: talkin] what's happenin let's drop this shit off for the homie from Long Beach let's say Compton and the L-B-C meet the east and west again motherfuckin Half Dead in this bitch my nigga Tray in this bitch they call me the hurricane Chill, check it out [verse: Chill] a little sumthin for the clubs, crips, rucks for your ride G'z and locs from the east and the westside dedicated to the gang related fuckin fools down makin the other side runnin high throw your straps in the sky one time buck buck, buck, we don't give a fuck lay yo ass in the gutter or shit keep the bust to my niggaz from the east and the west click [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 shit in the deck or just replace and let the take ride (we gon put it in and let it ride baby) cuz me and my homie Chill are droppin gangsta shit (we droppin enough of that gangsta shit) the type o' shit that none of you bustaz can fuck with (that's right, where none of you bustaz can fuck with) so step the fuck 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) [chorus: Chill] we chillin on the eastside, smokin weed on the westside gettin drunk on the eastside, fuckin bitches 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 [verse: Chill] now that shit 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 niggaz act peace no nigga 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) niggaz stay down for your crown, hoo-ride [verse: Lil' 1/2 Dead] you know I gotsta stay down for my crown I be's that crazy ass nigga 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 [chorus: Chill] smokin weed on the eastside, gettin drunk on the westside mothafuckas on the eastside, mothafuckas on the westside gang o' hoes on the eastside, gang o' tricks on the westside big booty on the eastside, big ass buttery on the westside [verse: Lil' 1/2 Dead] on a mission on my way back to the east and like my nigga Chill said the east is all about peace ain't no more gang-bangin, just cavvy slangin late night niggaz on the corner hangin trynna make a buck, and still don't give a fuck so run up and your ass will get stuck so take heas to the words that I kick cuz I drops nuttin but gangsta shit, beyotch [Lil' 1/2 Dead: singin] this is dedicated to the east and the westside so put your shit in the deck or just replace and let the take ride cuz me and my homie Chill are droppin gangsta shit the type o' shit that none of you bustaz can fuck with so step the fuck back before you smacked all in ya face cuz when it comes to puttin it down Half Dead runs the whole place [chorus: Chill] gettin drunk on the eastside, motherfuckers on the westside they gettin loaded down the eastside, big bitches on the westside niggaz slangin on the eastside, niggaz hangin on the westside one times on the eastside, big bitches on the westside one two, one two [Chill: talkin while DJ Baby G scratches "yea"] this is fo' them punk ass bitches you thought you knew westside and eastsida, rida, fo' life you lil' trick, ol' beyotch murderin shit me and my nigga Half Dead and my nigga Tray, yo yo yo yo yo niggaz, makin them motherfuckin tracks for the westcoast westcoast, gangsta most containin the truth nigga, like this anybody can do for my nigga Half Dead Compton on