Eastside, Westside

[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 [Chill verse] 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 makin 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 [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 adjust the bass and let the tape 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) [Chill Hook] 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 [Chill verse] 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 niggas 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) Niggas stay down for your crown, hoo-ride [Lil' 1/2 Dead verse] 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 [Chill Hook] 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 [Lil' 1/2 Dead verse] 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 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 [Chill Hook] Gettin drunk on the eastside, motherfuckers on the westside They gettin loaded down the eastside, big bitches on the westside Niggas slangin on the eastside, niggas 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 Niggas, makin them motherfuckin tracks for the westcoast Westcoast kicks the most Tell you the truth, nigga, this nigga bout to kill it For my nigga Half Dead Compton out