Now We Lay 'Em Down

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

Eastside, Long Beach drop the hits and uh

We got, so many niggas on the team nowadays

LB, QB, DP, GC P

Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise

Them Eastside boys is the real McCoys

We walkin through the projects sippin on a 40

Rippin, dippin, and spittin at your shorty

You may think I'm outta bounds but I think I'm in

I holla at my folks before I step on in

Spit at my nigga Andy Hilfiger

Slide up in the garden, next to Steve Martin

We settin up shop on the east coast now

Dogghouse nigga, the big bow wow

And we higher than a motherfucker, east side up

Like this and like that motherfucker

Eastdide

So wide you can't get around it

So low you can't get under it, now

So high you can't get over it

I just want to make your day

Wakin up late off a fucked up day

I was in Dogg sippin, straight DoggHouse crippin

Fuck wit us and get that ass bombed out

Need some smoke, for the homies from the south

This is what it's all about

It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang

Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs

Swerve through the eastside Loc, scoop up the homies

Bang them other fools 'cause them busters don't know me

It seems like this is my only chance to get rich

Invest in my chips, never chippin off a bitch

Trip, bring that bomb to me

Underwater with cocaine, crackin with P O P

Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong

I'm faded like Cheech and Chong

Watch out for the second hand smoke

Yeah, I was born and raised in the ways of a ridah

Representin mines to be a true Eastsidah

Survival of the fittest, how we live this shit

Fuck a bitch, dump a clip, out to get them chips

No restrictions, takin off as soon as friction

Pop, niggas drop once I pops the clip in

Pimp wearin khaki suits and stacy biscuits

And known like Capone to them gangsta bitches

Keep em workin somethin everywhere we go

Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe

West coast to the fullest but I bang the east

Mad motherfuckers side to that city Long Beach

So throw them gang signs up when you see me ride up

And know for sure I'm bouta throw the eastside up

And if a nigga got beef with that

That's where his ass'll be sleepin at

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