Eastside, Westside - Lil' 1/2 Dead

What’s happening?

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

Motherfucking Half Dead in this bitch

My nigga Tray in this bitch

They call me the hurricane Chill, check it out

A little something for the bloods, crips, rucks for your ride

G’z and locs from the east and the westside

Dedicated to the gang related

Buckin' fools down making the other side run and hide

Throw your straps in the sky one time

Buck buck, buck, we don’t give a fuck

Lay yo ass in a puddle, shit

Quick to bust for my niggas from the east and the west clique

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 adjust the bass and let the tape ride

(We gone put it in and let it ride baby)

Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping gangsta shit

(We dropping 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)

Cause when it comes to putting it down Half Dead runs the whole place

(Yeah)

We chilling on the eastside, smoking weed on the westside

Getting drunk on the eastside, fucking bitches on the westside

Getting 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

Now that shit ain’t got thick

So I’m throwing up the westside on the one hype click

Slumped up in an 8−5 cuthey

Indo smoke, bumping my buddy

On my way to the east, don’t need no strap cause niggas act peace

No nigga set-trippin and thangs

Just a couple o' homies throwing up gang, mayne

Everybody got dodo, oh no

Here comes the homies in the lo-lo

Eastside, westside (westside)

Niggas stay down for your crown, hoo-ride

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

Smokin weed on the eastside, getting 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

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 niggas on the corner hanging

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

Cause I drops nothing but gangsta shit, beyotch

This is dedicated to the east and the westside

So put your shit in the deck or just replace and let the take ride

Cause me and my homie Chill are dropping 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

Cause when it comes to putting it down Half Dead runs the whole place

Getting drunk on the eastside, motherfuckers on the westside

They getting loaded down the eastside, big bitches on the westside

Niggas slanging on the eastside, niggas hanging on the westside

One times on the eastside, big bitches on the westside

One two, one two

This is fo' them punk ass bitches

You thought you knew

Westside and eastsida, rida, fo' life

You lil' trick, ol' beyotch

Murdering shit

Me and my nigga Half Dead and my nigga Tray, yo yo yo yo yo

Niggas, making them motherfucking tracks for the west coast

West coast kicks the most

Tell you the truth, nigga, this nigga bout to kill it

For my nigga Half Dead

Compton out