Tha Eastsidaz, Kokane - Now is the Time lyrics
[Tha Eastsidaz, Kokane - Now is the Time lyrics]
Ohhh chassa deee
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
From the LBC, Chassa deee
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
La da da da da da da
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy) from the LB (LB)
What up cuhz? You know ain't
Nothin' different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with
That look in my eyes
It's a statement that I'm makin'
And ain't takin' no backtalk
I'm blowin' niggas hats off as
Soon as my gat cough
The last thought you rappin'
Niggas should think
Is you could never get as gangsta
As Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets, over beef
You don't compete with uno
You know - the general a criminal do-low
Committed cause I'm wit it
Then I spit it and live it
Niggas timid in my vision
I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm the
Answer to societys hate
A true rider with the mind
To push the mightiest weight
Fools petty and they ready
Steady comin' with bullshit
A full clip what you'll get that
Hit like a mule kick a sure hit
That's all I'm aimin' for when I blast
Motherfuckers hit the deck once I
Go in the dash
Now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with
The Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city
Where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
Yeah niggas
How you figure that the game gon' wait?
I came home straight from the
Pen to take yo' place ain't no chase
This paper comin' soon as I post up
And watch the victim clock and catch
Him choppin' his dope up
Fuck his hopes up - stripped, gagged
And roped up take the whole cut and leave
Him swoll and ghost up
I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike
Thug for life
Come and catch the slugs at night
Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty
Since the game is shitty I
Gots to bang the city
Strictly gangsta so I bring
The terroristical heat rap, scrap, jack
And mack to reach the tip of the peak
This is the Beach
Now any nigga got a rebuttal -
Gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once
He peek at the muzzle
Struggled hard for my title and
Intend to hold it
You want it? - then all invitations open
Now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with
The Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city
Where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street
Then that's seven more bustas who
Claim they got heat
And it'll take seven more C-fore
I start to reach
Then that's 2-1 for the set I
Left stretched out in the street
Tray Deee never do it easy
Fool so don't expect it
Niggas get checked and they sets disrespected
No question
I'm all you ever thought that you was
Til' you ran across the boss and
Now you coughin' up blood shoot first
Fools curse 'fore they kick up dust
Clip gon' bust
Then they gon' have to pick loc up
All that talkin' cause I'm
Chalkin' whole districts off senseless loss
A curb where niggas piss me off
Conflict with my click
Get your bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb fast
It's as sick as fuck
2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf
Check the cash when we mash always rugged
The worst now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with
The Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city
Where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
Kokane ad libs
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
From the LBC, Chassa deee
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
La da da da da da da
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy) from the LB (LB)
What up cuhz? You know ain't
Nothin' different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with
That look in my eyes
It's a statement that I'm makin'
And ain't takin' no backtalk
I'm blowin' niggas hats off as
Soon as my gat cough
The last thought you rappin'
Niggas should think
Is you could never get as gangsta
As Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets, over beef
You don't compete with uno
You know - the general a criminal do-low
Committed cause I'm wit it
Then I spit it and live it
Niggas timid in my vision
I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm the
Answer to societys hate
A true rider with the mind
To push the mightiest weight
Fools petty and they ready
Steady comin' with bullshit
A full clip what you'll get that
Hit like a mule kick a sure hit
That's all I'm aimin' for when I blast
Motherfuckers hit the deck once I
Go in the dash
Now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with
The Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city
Where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
Yeah niggas
How you figure that the game gon' wait?
I came home straight from the
Pen to take yo' place ain't no chase
This paper comin' soon as I post up
And watch the victim clock and catch
Him choppin' his dope up
Fuck his hopes up - stripped, gagged
And roped up take the whole cut and leave
Him swoll and ghost up
I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike
Thug for life
Come and catch the slugs at night
Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty
Since the game is shitty I
Gots to bang the city
Strictly gangsta so I bring
The terroristical heat rap, scrap, jack
And mack to reach the tip of the peak
This is the Beach
Now any nigga got a rebuttal -
Gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once
He peek at the muzzle
Struggled hard for my title and
Intend to hold it
You want it? - then all invitations open
Now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with
The Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city
Where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street
Then that's seven more bustas who
Claim they got heat
And it'll take seven more C-fore
I start to reach
Then that's 2-1 for the set I
Left stretched out in the street
Tray Deee never do it easy
Fool so don't expect it
Niggas get checked and they sets disrespected
No question
I'm all you ever thought that you was
Til' you ran across the boss and
Now you coughin' up blood shoot first
Fools curse 'fore they kick up dust
Clip gon' bust
Then they gon' have to pick loc up
All that talkin' cause I'm
Chalkin' whole districts off senseless loss
A curb where niggas piss me off
Conflict with my click
Get your bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb fast
It's as sick as fuck
2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf
Check the cash when we mash always rugged
The worst now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with
The Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city
Where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
Kokane ad libs
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Baby - he's way too crazy)