Текст: Soundtrack Artists. Eastside-westside.

[Intro/Chorus:]

Eastside nigga, Westside nigga
[Repeat x 3]

Here I come with a fo'teen Mossberg, pistol whipped pumped
Now punk fools freely get served
Chillin in a gap Benz down with my road doggs
Smokin a blunt now my car's fulla 'erb smog
Gangstas are wise, they grew up by the gang shit
It's time to get paid to deliver over til famous
Some are still piecin, some ain't down with West trip
I'm rollin OD's , I got my number in 1-6
Stupid bustas come to ?? so he's brave
But I'm afraid to beslave
and that keeps me and em lookin off in the grave
Punk!

G Popz once again I'm back
Fresh black chuck still twisted off the Cognac
You messed up but you gave it your best yes
We're down with the set trip but you want the funk
I draw down, pistol whip ya then I take your lump
If it's trouble you want, fool grab your Glock
(It's the Westside Ridahs!) G Pops
I keep it goin if it's on and it's popping
Yes I fold yo, win yo Soldierz

Still stuck on the streets starvin, stomach grumblin
My knuckles mad scarred from all the rumblin
Stumblin over bodies, damn they almost got me good
Neither cops nor caps can neither stop me hood
Should I serve em and swerve em and skip town
Oh yeah, we're gone get down, fool you gone get clowned
How did you figure the trigger weapon wouldn't jump in all rounds
I'll be duppin all slugs I'd be pumpin off
Puffin Eastside-Westside to set it off
You got somethin on your chest, fool, let it off

Once again, once again, the dogg is back
Wuz up to all the hookers and peace to the hoodrats
My hood is double 0-2, (?poper?) than tip-top
I got enough jackers, get around like 2PAC
Damn, here comes the one-time, what's it all about?
Bullets scrap in the bushes, put the yea in my mouth
Gotta get away, can't be goin to jail-in
Nothin but smooth sailin, uhh uhh uhh
The Westside got it poppin, fools steady droppin
Young doggs are hoggs
Westsiiiide!


[Chorus]

Little homey who is true, (?nigank?) wuz happenin?
Is you rollin with the Warriors? Yes it's on and crackin
It's the kingpin gangsta with no balls, at no cost
A loud mother, get ya broke off
Now we can step into the streets and we can chunk em
All I say is "Give me no hesitation, no way no dumpin"
As I bail down the vibe as a wild G
Nuthin but a dogg, but the projects is IN ME!
And that's really all I know, why yes to the brain
Eastside til I die, stayin real with this thang

It's the Y-B-I-G, punks break wild
Watchin niggas stumble bank, chippin off and say you lack
As I tweak in my seat on a new wild pact
Fools homicide, keepin up the Westside
As you know I ain't no joke or no riddle
Quit when I set trip, bailin up the middle (watch it)
They caught us first, we can never be no gentlemen
I wear chucks, boxer trunks and a pendleton
As I step, now I'm fresh out the shower
It's all the Westside, bustas ??

Lil Stretch here to face, come to check nuts
Layin em down. so tell me now whose fixed up?
I'm hittin corners in full ass lifted-up back
To the Eastside. fool, as I hit you up
Big nuts, black chucks and a fresh Glock
Fresh socks, khaki cut-offs and tank-tops
So if you really hear me fool, won't cha let me know
Roll up the window, fire up that Indo
I'ma do the same as a wild G, throw back
To the Eastsiiiiide where we known to jack, huh

[Chorus]

Wuz up trick? Wuz up trick?
Wo-Wo, Wo-Wo
[Repeat x 3]

Eastside Eastside
Westside Westside
[Repeat]