Norte Sidin

Much Pride Northside of the Golden State

It's Woodie Wood From the A-n-t-i-o-c-h

Where the Crack Bags Potent

And the Pigs Are Deep

For Every New Batch Could Have to Turn Up the Heat

And I Creep in a 69 Lark With Duels

Parkin' Up the Block On Rallies

Chrome Shinin' Like Jewels

Swingin Sideways the Highways Up There Aimin' For Brains

With My Eyes All Dialated Swervin' Through Lanes

Shits Gone Strange But I Was Up in Funk Before That

So Nothin's Really Changed in This Yoc Life Format

Homies Gone Or Doin' Time, So They Puttin It Deep

We Still Norte Sidin Ridin' On This Side of the Street

Wakin' Quick and Out the Window Spittin' Yoc Life Lingo

(That Shit's So Tight It Makes My Ears Tingle)

A Single Shot Who's Juice? It's All the Tanq'

Still Rattlin' Up Thiese Crazy Killas Bearin' For State

But I Prefer to Talk a Tray Five Save On My Nuts

So I Can Hit 'em With a Gunshot Fuckin' 'em Up

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Livin' On the Skirts of the Eastbay

Co Co County Crankin' Bump to Keep the Ballers Paid

But You Can't Fade When the Soldiers Get to Ridin'

Flare It Up, Tear It Up

Norte Sidin

Livin' On the Skirts of the Eastbay

Co Co County Crankin' Bump to Keep the Ballers Paid

But You Can't Fade When the Soldiers Get to Ridin'

Flare It Up, Tear It Up

Norte Sidin

Yoc Influenced What the Fuck Does It Mean?

It's the Reason Why I'm Cockin Back and Blowin Out Your Spleen

It Could Mean That You're All About Your Green and Coppin' C Notes

Or Rollin' On the Triple Golds Where Folks Are Servin' Vino

Might Have You Flossin' With Your Town Sewed Up

Or Hit the County You a Bitch Or Snitch You're Getting Rolled Up and Smoked Up

Cause I'm a Yoc Soldier Swinka, a Malt Liquor Drinka, a Fuckin' Deep Thinka

Until I Hit the Grave You Better Count Me As a Factor

Cause I Ain't Never Been a Shootin' Blanks Hollywood Actor

Prepare to Strap Down As I Pound Through This Town

Of a Hundred Thousand People, Fifty Thousand I'm Leavin Down

Back in 92, Only a Few of Us Were Ridin'

93 Who Are These Fools South Sidin?

94 We Kept the Pistol Chambers Smokin'

95 They Realized the Yoc Aint Jokin'

96 Had the Homies Prove They Swayin'

That's All Good But Why'd You Fools Quit Bangin'?

97 Fuck It, I Aint Even Trippin', Love the Homies That I've Got Even More

We Keep Dippin', Set the Record Straight

98 Shall I Die Write the Words of My Obituary For the North Side I Serve

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Livin' Life Strapped With a Target On a Scrap

And I'mma Hit 'im Bullseye Cause It's Like That

Woodie's Often Hated On Account I'm Gang Related

Fuck Rappin' 'bout That Bullshit I've Been Through Too Much to Fake It

Livin' Life Strapped With a Target On a Scrap

And I'mma Hit 'im Bullseye Cause It's Like That

Woodie's Often Hated On Account I'm Gang Related

Fuck Rappin' 'bout That Bullshit I've Been Through Too Much to Fake It

Chorus