Lower Eastside

In this little section of the Promised Land

Where I lounge with my homies, and I'm freakin' the flam

I got the six-shooter down to my side, sittin' in the ride

Pop it in drive, I'm rollin' through the Eastside

Lower, slower, down for the dip

Now hold up, check the sound, flip the bitch

There's a party goin' on, swingin' all night long

They come from miles around to see me freak the frown

But if a sucka wanna trip, scrubbin' up beef

I've got a gang of hounds to make him cough teeth

I know this crazy ass fool bringin' ol' Sansu

I got the brass for your ass, homeboy, thought you knew that

I got homies on the Southside (On the Southside)

I know some vatos on the Eastside (On the Eastside)

Some of my homies wanna G-ride (Wanna G-ride)

We're bringin' up the Lower Eastside (Lower Eastside)

I got homies on the Southside (On the Southside)

I know some vatos on the Eastside (On the Eastside)

Some of my homies wanna G-ride (G-ride)

We're bringin' up the Lower Eastside (Lower Eastside)

Los Delincuentes pimpin' up the place I hang

Hey, it's the Guero Loco with the way I swang

See, I be rollin' through the Badlands

My right-hand man is Kemo

Un delincuente con el Glock in the hand

Es mi vida loca, I'm not wastin' my potential

Funky wit' the Lower Eastside fundamental

Lower rides, place up on between the 5 and the 91

North of Alondra

I was with my Su-man , my former kung-fu man

My name, Mr. Ives (Who the motherfuck are you, man?)

So I roll up this grica to let my fingers twitch

'Cause the Lower Eastside's up in this bitch, and

I got homies on the Southside (On the Southside)

I know some vatos on the Eastside (On the Eastside)

Some of my homies wanna G-ride (Wanna G-ride)

I'm bringin' up the Lower Eastside (Lower Eastside)

I got homies on the Southside (On the Southside)

I know some vatos on the Eastside (On the Eastside)

Westside homies wanna G-ride (G-ride)

We're bringin' up the Lower Eastside (Lower Eastside)

Well, lemme think now, what do I wanna play?

I got some homies a hop, skip, a jump away

Where I can always go and catch me a slug fest (What?)

Tengo familia all the way up in the Midwest

But lemme come back around the grounds where I pound

The forty-ounce booze and lounge wit' my hounds

That's where the homies all be kickin' at

(Ayo, that's the end of the 105, isn't it?) Right

Shh, trucha, here comes the Man

But I know these streets like the back of my hand

So when the swiney guy be lookin' around

I'll be flippin' a frown as I pump my shit to the next town

Because the cuffs won't click, the charges won't stick

I wonder, "When this pig gon' get the fuck up off my dick?"

Because there's no way you could ever intimidate me

Because I break putos off daily

It's just a twist off the cap from the 40 in my lap

Wanna scrap? We can scrap

Wanna blast? I'm strapped, tell me

I got homies on the Southside (On the Southside)

I know some vatos on the Eastside (On the Eastside)

Some of my homies wanna G-ride (G-ride)

We're bringin' up the Lower Eastside (Lower Eastside)

I got homies on the Southside (On the Southside)

I know some vatos on the Eastside (On the Eastside)

Some of my homies wanna G-ride (G-ride)

We're bringin' up the Lower Eastside (Lower Eastside)