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


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