What's crackin' This Lil' Eazy motherfuckin' E With my homeboy ese Capone-E S.G.V. to the C.P.T., my nigga That real west coast gangsta shit (Yeah) This is cut-throat gangsta music New west coast, smashin' on you, bitches You don't ride like we ride Tryin' to pull a hot suicide Yeah The gangsta rap king is back Sittin' in a Cadillac, holdin' up my strap This a new west coast smasher Still on streets, I'm a Southside gangsta (SOUTHSIDE!) Holdin' it down for the blue With the Prince of Compton, and I'm rollin' right through I'm in ya hood Pass me a drink Make one wrong move and then I'll ground you a zinc Tag a body bag Leaving a white hearse The real G's are back, and I'm a hit 'em where it hurts No mercy S'a load of the barrel It's the end of the world with my gangsta aparrell Hush Puppies White tees and Pennotins Sippin' on a 40, real chin-checkin' veteran Medicine Where the club cousin fiend I'm killa Cali's most wanted out that Big 1-3 Yeah The spoke's stay turnin' The police Pass, the joints stay burnin' The 6-4 lean to the back Levi's got a crease, E lean with a strap (Ha ha) Cortez, black mack, got a beam on it (POW!) I'm the Dopeman, block got fiends on it Team's on it, that's money in the bag Lil' Eazy is the name, same homey with the rag Toes tag, you could die in the mix I'm a west coast nigga, I'll reside as the prince (Yeah) It's '06, and your boy got cake Get Capone on the phone, say "It's on" in the states (Hello?) I got weight, now it's time for the come up Cocked and ready, your boy keep one up Run up, and you're bound to get dropped Still Ruthless (Ha ha ha) Still hold it down for my pops (Yeah) One Two Three and to the four Capone-Double E, strong arm at your front door Back with that gang-banger limo With the legend Eazy's son, so the real just entered Makin' the west coast tremble Shakin' up the streets, Hi Power's the epicenter Callin' out you lames It's the full time jacking in the county of L.A. Eastsiders (SOUTHSIDE!) Packin' heat Easier said then done, that's why I'm on these streets On these blocks Still up to no good Cause the boys in the hood ain't goin' Hollywood Never should Cause the west is back It's a new generation, new Regals and Cadillacs New macks And lay these bitches Hardest to the heart, straight pound for pound Yeah
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What's crackin' This Lil' Eazy motherfuckin' E With my homeboy ese Capone-E S.G.V. to the C.P.T., my nigga That real west coast gangsta shit (Yeah) This is cut-throat gangsta music New west coast, smashin' on you, bitches You don't ride like we ride Tryin' to pull a hot suicide Yeah The gangsta rap king is back Sittin' in a Cadillac, holdin' up my strap This a new west coast smasher Still on streets, I'm a Southside gangsta (SOUTHSIDE!) Holdin' it down for the blue With the Prince of Compton, and I'm rollin' right through I'm in ya hood Pass me a drink Make one wrong move and then I'll ground you a zinc Tag a body bag Leaving a white hearse The real G's are back, and I'm a hit 'em where it hurts No mercy S'a load of the barrel It's the end of the world with my gangsta aparrell Hush Puppies White tees and Pennotins Sippin' on a 40, real chin-checkin' veteran Medicine Where the club cousin fiend I'm killa Cali's most wanted out that Big 1-3 Yeah The spoke's stay turnin' The police Pass, the joints stay burnin' The 6-4 lean to the back Levi's got a crease, E lean with a strap (Ha ha) Cortez, black mack, got a beam on it (POW!) I'm the Dopeman, block got fiends on it Team's on it, that's money in the bag Lil' Eazy is the name, same homey with the rag Toes tag, you could die in the mix I'm a west coast nigga, I'll reside as the prince (Yeah) It's '06, and your boy got cake Get Capone on the phone, say "It's on" in the states (Hello?) I got weight, now it's time for the come up Cocked and ready, your boy keep one up Run up, and you're bound to get dropped Still Ruthless (Ha ha ha) Still hold it down for my pops (Yeah) One Two Three and to the four Capone-Double E, strong arm at your front door Back with that gang-banger limo With the legend Eazy's son, so the real just entered Makin' the west coast tremble Shakin' up the streets, Hi Power's the epicenter Callin' out you lames It's the full time jacking in the county of L.A. Eastsiders (SOUTHSIDE!) Packin' heat Easier said then done, that's why I'm on these streets On these blocks Still up to no good Cause the boys in the hood ain't goin' Hollywood Never should Cause the west is back It's a new generation, new Regals and Cadillacs New macks And lay these bitches Hardest to the heart, straight pound for pound Yeah
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