Eastside, Westside

(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