Who Got Your Back

Uhh, give it to me Eastside eastside It dont stop I thought you knew So peep game on this, yeah [T-Dubb] Now Dubb be the young G from the LB Flippin scripts on the daily so dont try to fade me So understand, recognize that I'm comin through Keepin things focused with my four man crew Its inevitable, that I'm runnin game kickin facts Now maybe done wetted em for my style keeps you all in check So booya, what you fools think about now Me and ALT, dippin low in the Lac Subbin with a hell of a bumps puffin blunts Sinkin low in the seat with the heat in the trunk So lets take a dip in my ride As I take a little trip with the homeys to the Eastside [ALT] I slide through with the joint in my mouth Give me a pen and a pad, I hit the mic and I'm out And I know a few playaz from the LB They be for real, now thats what they tell me And have you heard of a, murderer Dubb he be servin a, fool like Scarface and then straight swervin In a 63 rag, a 44 mag, on his side and he's glidin, Eastsidin Its me, A-L-T, I'm too clever And I sell on earth, when these fools get together From the LBC, the SGV Its that Mexican fool you better recognize me (Chorus) x2 If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high (I got your back and you got mine) When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz (I got your back and you got mine) [Wayniac] Check it out, my back against the wall, no where to move or look Should I assume that my partner might book And take off runnin at the sign of the drama I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, got him Squeeze back, contact has been made And its ya partner comin through with the back fade Wayniac, the maniac still flippin the phat sack Breathin hard for your contact Cuz this is the shit no doubt That can get your ass twisted, missin, lights out Slippin, not knowin that you're bait Cuz you got caught up in a nigga that was fake [DJ Glaze] Now I got juice, like a deuce on 17 switches Add another notch on the Glock for the snitches Rollin with the Foe cuz we're goin for broke And we leavin playa hataz in a cloud of smoke, locc See we be diggin way deep, droppin beats You can bump while you out hittin late night creeps Flossin like a G with the Foe as we put it down Livin like ballaz is the way me and the homeys lounge No slippin, we keeps dippin Hittin them switches as the clock keeps tickin Its on and poppin so fool ain't no turnin back Take it to the bridge as we blaze up a sack (Chorus) x2 If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high (I got your back and you got mine) When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz (I got your back and you got mine) [O-Genius] Now I'm a let a fool be a fool, thats the way I gotta Check one two and I'm the sure shotter Represent that G spot click to the fullest They put me in the mix, so this ese gotta do this Cuz it ain't no thang to me, bitch I bust a cap then I'm dumpin em in ditches Just an, everyday thang in my neighborhood Fiendin for a grip like a true OG should Through the avenues, through my city Throwin up a G sign, really Doe its that brown skin brotha with a niner on my hip O Genius with that Foesum click [M&M] Now I got somethin for that ass if ya creepin em Steppin to the Foe muthafuckaz you ain't deep enough So round up your homeys, get ya gats out Cuz I'm comin in, creepin in a drop glass house Cuz we be rollin deeper than the ocean and Lacs and tre's Got the coke in the cup, so pass me the E&J Gettin drunk and I'm swervin hittin side to side Mixed Black and Mexican so you know I'm down to ride Cuz the M&Mster, packs the winchester And dumpin on that ass, clear a path when I enter Cuz whatever goes down, I know my homeys will hide me So get ya ghetto birds and K-9s to find me (Chorus) x5 If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high (I got your back and you got mine) When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz (I got your back and you got mine)