Tha Eastsidaz, Kokane - I Luv It lyrics
[Tha Eastsidaz, Kokane - I Luv It lyrics]
Eastsidaz come out and play
Eastsidaz come out and play
Eastside!one five, twocoughone
Two oh, one eastside one five
Yeah, uh huh, uh huh we finna show you
Motherfuckers whats happenin tray Dee
Comin in front and center state
Ya name and game
Yeah them eastsidaz back and we came to bang
(eastside)
Givin it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin
Stricly insane and we do the damn thang
Its the big bad eastsider rollin
Now how many blocks we controllin
Two 0, two one, one five seventeen and eleven
One nine and a muthafuckin dime
Murder block to the swamp
Front of grandmama house they don't sleep
Well freak off brand knock em out
Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge
Young Gs, Lil Gs, casualties of war
So we push the turf steady pushin work
Niggas love seein thugs so we look for dirt
Where the shit don't stop and
Them six fours hop if ya just get socked
Don't trip gettin dropped
All black wit a little bit of gold
Now lemme show you motherfuckers
How the eastside roll
Footin to the metal, every hand on stiletto
Extra clip for you booyah, Pinche Longeros
I'm about to make the shit crack
We got straps in this bitch
I got somethin on fat
Tellin you motherfuckers, "Damn!"
It ain't no thang when you
Bang wit the Dogg Pound (DOGG POUND)
(I luv it) The way the homies come through
All blue nigga what y'all wanna do?
(I luv it) We got hoes to the left
Platinum on our chest nigga yup yup
(I luv it) Can't stop, won't stop
So what that LBC like
(I luv it) We do the damn thang all night
Better yet fo' life
I luv it! We keepin that shit G
Cause that's all I see i luv it!
We always gon' roll, and stay way too deep
Tray Dee, Gol-die, Snoop, ducez 'n trayz
Still give it to that ass the old fashion way
From the LB city
Where them shells leave many
Wannabes on they knees
Tryna beef wit a gizze
Aye loc, I represent till the shit don't stop
Fuck them paramedics and them
Crooked ass cops
Its hard to maintain on the front line
Check this out cuz, I gotta get mine
Low ridahs, eastsidaz comin wit that G shit
People want some of this? Hell naw trick
I'm keepin that shit gangsta
Yeah, C-walkin on you pranksters, nigga
We don't really give a mad fuck nigga what
Gettin mad stuck, catch you comin out the cut
Hoo ridin, G ridin fuck the law
Better hope you on my side
Once I clutch and draw
My reactions, attractions
Fast and all actions
Till I die east the side, I stay smashin
Represent this like it's meant to see
To the graveyard or the penetentary
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
I am Sir Dogg d-P-G funk
And I am crip i never learned to crip
Oh no! Put me down let go of my legs
I'll never C-walk do the time of life
You have the time of your life hey ha!
Oh yeah, what's Crip-a lat'n, baby?
Eastsidaz, "Duces 'N Trayz -
The Old Fashioned Way"
Somethin' uh, to make you move, groove
And definitely sets the mood
It's so uh gangsta, it's so uh prankster
It's the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie
To make ya boogie oogie oogie
Can ya dig what I'm talkin' bout
I smell ya Battle Cat
Now thats funky, thats so funky
I have to say uh!
Eastsidaz come out and play
Eastside!one five, twocoughone
Two oh, one eastside one five
Yeah, uh huh, uh huh we finna show you
Motherfuckers whats happenin tray Dee
Comin in front and center state
Ya name and game
Yeah them eastsidaz back and we came to bang
(eastside)
Givin it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin
Stricly insane and we do the damn thang
Its the big bad eastsider rollin
Now how many blocks we controllin
Two 0, two one, one five seventeen and eleven
One nine and a muthafuckin dime
Murder block to the swamp
Front of grandmama house they don't sleep
Well freak off brand knock em out
Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge
Young Gs, Lil Gs, casualties of war
So we push the turf steady pushin work
Niggas love seein thugs so we look for dirt
Where the shit don't stop and
Them six fours hop if ya just get socked
Don't trip gettin dropped
All black wit a little bit of gold
Now lemme show you motherfuckers
How the eastside roll
Footin to the metal, every hand on stiletto
Extra clip for you booyah, Pinche Longeros
I'm about to make the shit crack
We got straps in this bitch
I got somethin on fat
Tellin you motherfuckers, "Damn!"
It ain't no thang when you
Bang wit the Dogg Pound (DOGG POUND)
(I luv it) The way the homies come through
All blue nigga what y'all wanna do?
(I luv it) We got hoes to the left
Platinum on our chest nigga yup yup
(I luv it) Can't stop, won't stop
So what that LBC like
(I luv it) We do the damn thang all night
Better yet fo' life
I luv it! We keepin that shit G
Cause that's all I see i luv it!
We always gon' roll, and stay way too deep
Tray Dee, Gol-die, Snoop, ducez 'n trayz
Still give it to that ass the old fashion way
From the LB city
Where them shells leave many
Wannabes on they knees
Tryna beef wit a gizze
Aye loc, I represent till the shit don't stop
Fuck them paramedics and them
Crooked ass cops
Its hard to maintain on the front line
Check this out cuz, I gotta get mine
Low ridahs, eastsidaz comin wit that G shit
People want some of this? Hell naw trick
I'm keepin that shit gangsta
Yeah, C-walkin on you pranksters, nigga
We don't really give a mad fuck nigga what
Gettin mad stuck, catch you comin out the cut
Hoo ridin, G ridin fuck the law
Better hope you on my side
Once I clutch and draw
My reactions, attractions
Fast and all actions
Till I die east the side, I stay smashin
Represent this like it's meant to see
To the graveyard or the penetentary
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
I am Sir Dogg d-P-G funk
And I am crip i never learned to crip
Oh no! Put me down let go of my legs
I'll never C-walk do the time of life
You have the time of your life hey ha!
Oh yeah, what's Crip-a lat'n, baby?
Eastsidaz, "Duces 'N Trayz -
The Old Fashioned Way"
Somethin' uh, to make you move, groove
And definitely sets the mood
It's so uh gangsta, it's so uh prankster
It's the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie
To make ya boogie oogie oogie
Can ya dig what I'm talkin' bout
I smell ya Battle Cat
Now thats funky, thats so funky
I have to say uh!