Strap On The Side

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Broke 'em down with a clip and a trigger

Screaming like ape, yelling

Come on, ****

Nappy head motherfuckers in a Coupe Deville

Lighting shit up like Fire Marshall Bill

You see I have silver flow like my **** Domino

And get a big fat sack of yay yay

I keep all I have, a motherfucking bank

Pistol whip a **** with an AK

Keep this la de da de

I shot up his body

Left his ass patty in the front of the patio

A young **** rolling up out the cut

Do a drive-by with the feds on my neck

Because we gettin' gatted when they step to this G, see

I pulls my motherfuckin' Uzi

I spill his brains (Spill his brains)

Spill his brains (Spill his brains)

I spill his brains in his motherfucking lab

I pull's a jack (Pulls a jack)

Pulls a jack (Pulls a jack)

And shoot his heart out his motherfucking back

I come from 187 not with that ho shit

So **** spark up the bomb so we can blow shit

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Comin' up with they ass, like tales from the cripton

Who's thing swallow that ass like Lipton

**** and now they try to wonder in fear

How the fuck Charles Manson turned his self to a ****

Put the blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel

Bullets fly in they chest like a motherfuckin' sparrow

'Cause we live like Stephen King, bodies swing from my ceiling

Open's up your chest when it's time for the cap peeling

Nine four, the dough with a fat gat

Coming like this, break'em down like that

The **** with the plaits and the fat crack sacks

Po-po's on my back, throw they ass off the map

With the 187, mad man killers, spiller

**** guts for the fuck, 'cause I'll be

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

It goes one for the trouble but you don't want to floss

Unless you want to flex with my bitch **** Ross

I got that ass with the double deuce Derringer

From the bay area, the pall burier

Six **** carrier, my man hysteria

Walking up to your motherfuckin' coffin and I stare at ya

'Cause you a dead motherfucker black

And you never should have fucked

With the one who sent me in back

So knick-knack paddy-wack give it a G a gat

And put some bullets in that ass crack

Yeah, break it down with a map

And like John Mat 93 boom, he's on his back

Spice 1 is the motherfuckin' trooper

So say what up to the East Bay Freddy Krueger

Blow the head off a motherfucking cow

When my cat go off like a M1000

Take the hood off the hoopty when I bust a cap

Blow them with my motherfuckin' strap on the side

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's

Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G's