Who Got Your Back (feat. ALT, O.G. Enius & Wayniac)

Uh, give it to me, eastside, eastside

It don't stop, I thought you knew

So peep game on this, yeah

Now, Dubb be the young G from the L-B

Flippin' scripts on the daily, so don't try to fade me

So understand, recognize that I'm comin' through

Keepin' things focused wit' my four man crew

It's inevitable, that I'm runnin' game kickin' facts

Now maybe done wetted 'em for my style keeps you all in check

So booya, what you fools think about that?

Me and ALT, dippin' low in the 'Lac

Subbin' with a hell of a bumps, puffin' blunts

Sinkin' low in the seat with the heat in the trunk

So let's take a dip in my ride

As I take a little trip with the homies to the eastside

I slide through with the joint in my mouth

Give me a pen and a pad, I hit the mic and I'm out

And I know a few players from the L-B

They be for real, now that's what they tell me

And have you heard of a, murderer?

Dubb, he be servin' a, fool like Scarface and then straight swervin'

In a '63 rag, a .44 mag on his side and he's glidin', eastsidin'

It's me, A-L-T, I'm too clever

And it's hell on Earth when these fools get together

From the L-B-C, the S-G-V

It's that Mexican fool you, better recognize me

If we blazin' up a sack and we gettin' high

(I got yo' back and you got mine)

When we hangin' on the streets look out for one time 'cause...

(I got yo' back and you got mine)

Check it out, my back against the wall, no where to move or look

Should I assume that my partner might book

And take off runnin' at the sign of the drama?

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, got him

Squeeze back, contact has been made

And it's ya partner comin' through with the back fade

Wayniac, the maniac still flippin' the phat sack

Breathin' hard for ya contact

'Cause this is the shit no doubt

That can get yo' ass twisted, missin', lights out

Slippin', not knowin' that you're bait

'Cause you got caught up wit' a **** that was fake

Now I got juice like a deuce on seventeen switches

Add another notch on the Glock for the snitches

Rollin' with the Foe 'cause we're goin' for broke

And we leavin' player haters in a cloud of smoke, loc

See we be diggin' way deep, droppin' beats

You can bump while you out hittin' late night creeps

Flossin' like a G with the Foe as we put it down

Livin' like ballaz is the way me and the homies lounge

No slippin', we keeps dippin'

Hittin' them switches as the clock keeps tickin'

It's on and poppin' so fool, ain't no turnin' back

Take it to the bridge as we blaze up a sack

Now I'm a let a fool be a fool, that's the way I gotta

Check one two and I'm the sure shotter

Represent that G spot, click to the fullest

They put me in the mix, so this ese gotta do this

'Cause it ain't no thang to me, bitch

I bust a cap then I'm dumpin' 'em in ditches

Just an everyday thang in my neighborhood

Fiendin' for a grip like a true OG should

Through the avenues, through my city

Throwin' up a G sign, really

Yo, it's that brown skin brother with a Nina on my hip

O-Genius with that Foesum clique

Now I got somethin for that ass if ya creepin' 'em

Steppin' to the Foe motherfuckers, you ain't deep enough

So round up your homies, get ya gats out

'Cause I'm comin' in, creepin' in a drop glass house

'Cause we be rollin' deeper than the ocean and 'Lac's and tre's

Got the coke in the cup, so pass me the E&J

Gettin' drunk and I'm swervin', hittin' side to side

Mixed Black and Mexican, so you know I'm down to ride

'Cause the M&Mster packs the Winchester

And dumpin' on that ass, clear a path when I enter

'Cause whatever goes down, I know my homies will hide me

So get ya ghetto birds and K-9's to find me