Woodie - Norte Sidin' lyrics

Much pride, North side of The Golden State
It's Woodie-wood from the A-N T-IO-C-H
Where the crackback's potent and
The pigs are deep
For every new batch cooked
Half the town don't sleep
And I creep in a sixty-nine 'lark with duals
Barking up the block on Rallyes
Chrome shining like jewels
Swinging sideways on highways after
Aiming for brains with my eyes all dilated
Swerving through lanes shit's Gone Strange
But I was up in funk before that
So nothings really changed in
This Yoc Life format
Homies gone or doing time so
The clique ain't as deep
But we some Norte Sidin' ridin'
On your bumper with heat
With beat quaking out the windows
Spitting Yoc Life lingo
(That shit's so tight it
Makes my ears tingle)
A single shot deuce-deuce is all it takes
To rattle up his brains and
Kill his parents' mistake
But, I prefer to tuck a
Trey-five-sev in my nuts
So I can hit 'em with a gutshot
Fuckin' 'em up

Living in the skirts of the East Bay
Co Co County
Crank and bomb keep the ballers paid
But, you can't fade when the
Soldiers get to ridin'
Flared up, tearin' it up, Norte Sidin'
(Sidin')

Yoc Influenced, what the fuck does it mean?
It's the reason why I'm cocking back
And blowing out your spleen
It could mean that your all about
Your green and copping zitos
Or rolling on the triple golds
And Vogues and servin' vitos, them c notes
Might have you flossing with
Your town sewed up
But hit the county, you a bitch
Or snitch your getting rolled up, swolled up
So I'm a soldier-fied Yoc swinga
A malt liquor drinker, a fuckin' deep thinker
Until I hit the grave
Better count me as a factor
Cause, I ain't never been no
Shootin' blanks Hollywood actor
Prepared and strapped down as I
Pound through this town
Of a hundred thousand people
Fifty thousand living foul
Back in ninety-two only a few of us ridin'
Ninety-three, who are these
Fools south sidin'? Ninety-four we kept the
Pistol chamber smokin'
Ninety-five they realized the
Yoc ain't jokin'
Ninety-six half the homies moved to slangin'
That's all good
But why'd you fools quit bangin'?
Ninety-seven, fuck it I ain't
Even trippin' love
The homies that I got even more
And keep dipping let the record state
In ninety-eight, shall I die, write the words
In my obituary for the North side I served

Living life strapped with a target on a scrap
And I'm a hit a bulls-eye
Cause it's like that
Woodie's only hated for the
Fact I'm gang related
Fuck rappin' 'bout that bullshit
Been through too much to fake it