Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg - Eastside Party lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg - Eastside Party lyrics]
Nigga you young! Echoes
No one does it better! Echoes
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
Break out the weed and the drank
And chill out and get high
It's 1 AM and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove, I mean
Just move with ya boy
Got shit poppin' like always, you know
So enjoy go make yourself at home
Got big meat on the grill
Ladies and homies all in the mix
It's time to chill
Sha-La-La brought the orange
With the zags and the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints of some skunk
Daz with Thai and Nate got a hundred piece
So we piece up properly on the OZ
We in the zone bombed out feelin' good
Ya know
Got the homegirls and homies from the hood
Ya know 2-1, 1-9, 2-0, we all in the house
And it's a Long Beach thang where
I was born and hung out
To all my players and
Hustlers and gangbangers, listen up
It's about time I kick a
Rhyme to fuck shit up now who throws shit?
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
Now do the gangstas run this motherfucka?
(Hell yeah)
Or do the ladies run this motherfucka?
(Hell yeah)
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
Now the party is bumpin'
Thumpin' back to back
And Daz on the turntables
Puttin' down a scratch (HA)
I'm on the mic so I'mma bust me a rap
And I'mma dedicate this one to
A pack of hoodrats
The Dogg Pound nation, locs and big posse
These is the peoples I see rockin' the party
Make a nigga wanna poplock on the flo'
And do the Boogaloo Shrimp and pimp the ho
I got to owe 'em my life cuz I'm a OG
I got the love in the hood
Cuz I'm the big homie
I got the skills when it
Comes to rockin rhymes
So put your hands up to the sky, get yours
I got mines
Now everything is live, don't you agree?
And if you do, then keep on groovin' with
That nigga D-O double-G
We ridin' with the hat to
The side of the ride
Y'all know how we do on the Eastside
You see the thing is we
Like to keep it harder
And we real party people
Just like Afrika Bambaataa
What do you want? Matter fact
What do you need?
Cuz we keep it all on point
From the drank to the joint
So pass the bottle, ain't no need to squabble
And hand it to the little homie
Let him have a swallow
It's a Eastside thang, nigga, bring yo ass
G's up Ho's down, nigga, you know the program
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
(What you watchin' the clock
For?) The clock tickin'
But it won't stop kickin'
Cuz everybody kickin' it
And gettin at the bitches, which is
The main thing gangstas do
Skip the bump cuz the rump's
What I came to view
New pussy in the hood, shall I kill it?
(Kill It) the way she got it poppin, no
It's probably hotter than a skillet
But baby don't tweak, like
You ain't no freak, peep
I keep my game tight, it ain't no leaks
So we can keep this on the down low
And take a walk with the Dogg and
Lemme show you what the pound for
Candlelight and romancin'
If I can just get the last
Dance in at the mansion
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
No one does it better! Echoes
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
Break out the weed and the drank
And chill out and get high
It's 1 AM and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove, I mean
Just move with ya boy
Got shit poppin' like always, you know
So enjoy go make yourself at home
Got big meat on the grill
Ladies and homies all in the mix
It's time to chill
Sha-La-La brought the orange
With the zags and the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints of some skunk
Daz with Thai and Nate got a hundred piece
So we piece up properly on the OZ
We in the zone bombed out feelin' good
Ya know
Got the homegirls and homies from the hood
Ya know 2-1, 1-9, 2-0, we all in the house
And it's a Long Beach thang where
I was born and hung out
To all my players and
Hustlers and gangbangers, listen up
It's about time I kick a
Rhyme to fuck shit up now who throws shit?
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
Now do the gangstas run this motherfucka?
(Hell yeah)
Or do the ladies run this motherfucka?
(Hell yeah)
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
Now the party is bumpin'
Thumpin' back to back
And Daz on the turntables
Puttin' down a scratch (HA)
I'm on the mic so I'mma bust me a rap
And I'mma dedicate this one to
A pack of hoodrats
The Dogg Pound nation, locs and big posse
These is the peoples I see rockin' the party
Make a nigga wanna poplock on the flo'
And do the Boogaloo Shrimp and pimp the ho
I got to owe 'em my life cuz I'm a OG
I got the love in the hood
Cuz I'm the big homie
I got the skills when it
Comes to rockin rhymes
So put your hands up to the sky, get yours
I got mines
Now everything is live, don't you agree?
And if you do, then keep on groovin' with
That nigga D-O double-G
We ridin' with the hat to
The side of the ride
Y'all know how we do on the Eastside
You see the thing is we
Like to keep it harder
And we real party people
Just like Afrika Bambaataa
What do you want? Matter fact
What do you need?
Cuz we keep it all on point
From the drank to the joint
So pass the bottle, ain't no need to squabble
And hand it to the little homie
Let him have a swallow
It's a Eastside thang, nigga, bring yo ass
G's up Ho's down, nigga, you know the program
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
(What you watchin' the clock
For?) The clock tickin'
But it won't stop kickin'
Cuz everybody kickin' it
And gettin at the bitches, which is
The main thing gangstas do
Skip the bump cuz the rump's
What I came to view
New pussy in the hood, shall I kill it?
(Kill It) the way she got it poppin, no
It's probably hotter than a skillet
But baby don't tweak, like
You ain't no freak, peep
I keep my game tight, it ain't no leaks
So we can keep this on the down low
And take a walk with the Dogg and
Lemme show you what the pound for
Candlelight and romancin'
If I can just get the last
Dance in at the mansion
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobodyno one does it better