Now We Lay 'Em Down

It's like this and like that and like this and, uh

Eastside, Long Beach drop the hits and, uh

We got, so many **** on the team nowadays

LB, QB, DP, GC, P

Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise

Them Eastside boys is the real McCoys

We walking through the projects sippin' on a 40

Rippin, dippin', and spittin' at your shorty

You may think I'm outta bounds, but I think I'm in

I holla at my folks before I step on in

Spit at my **** Andy Hilfiger

Slide up in the garden, next to Steve Martin

We settin' up shop on the east coast now

Dogghouse ****, the big bow wow

And we higher than a motherfucker, Eastside up

Like this and like that motherfucker, Eastside

So wide you can't get around it

So low you can't get under it, now

So high you can't get over it

I just want to make your day

Yeah, this is a chance, this is a chance to make your day

This game don't have no restrictions ('Strictions)

Wakin' up late off a fucked up day

I was in Dogg sippin', straight DoggHouse crippin'

Fuck with us and get that ass bombed out

Need some smoke for the homies from the south

This is what it's all about

It's the city of the beach where the gangstas bang

Sam, wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs

Swerve through the Eastside Loc, scoop up the homies

Bang them other fools cuz them busters don't know me

It seems like this is my only chance to get rich

Invest in my chips, never chippin' off a bitch

Trip, bring that bomb to me

Underwater with cocaine, crackin' with P-O-P

Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong

I'm faded like Cheech and Chong

Watch out for the second hand smoke

Yeah, I was born and raised in the ways of a ridah

Representin' mines to be a true Eastsidah

Survival of the fittest, how we live this shit

Fuck a bitch, dump a clip, out to get them chips

No restrictions, takin' off as soon as friction

Pop, **** drop once I pops the clip in

Pimp wearin khaki suits and Stacy biscuits

And known like Capone to them gangsta bitches

Keep 'em workin' somethin' everywhere we go

Either dope or the stroll if their bitch is a ho

West coast to the fullest but I bang the east

Mad motherfuckers side to that city Long Beach

So throw them gang signs up when you see me ride up

And know for sure I'ma 'bout throw the Eastside up

And if a **** got beef with that

That's where his ass'll be sleepin' at, point blank

LB, QB, East St. Louis, East Cincinnati, East Oakland, yeah

All the motherfuckin' East sides

We doing this G-style

DoggHouse style

From the motherfucking deep perspective

Hit those mothers with that motherfucking gangster shit

Just another one of those ghetto national anthems

Snoop DoggHouse presents Eastside, hey!

Twiddly-dee-dum, ghetto star child for you, arts de pundit

They say if a nuclear bomb hit tomorrow

Eastside would still be bangin' and space

Ya'll don't know what DoggHouse Records is called

****, we more cold than the real shit

More colder than people and pussy and colder than seal dick

You know, there's no limits to what we can do, playboy

This game is in the eye of the beholder

Money folder

They say we all gotta 'em hooked

We three times more deeper than all the Donald's going buck

Well, alright

Whoa, whoa-oh