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We sellin' Kush and pills Anything for the dollar bills They know us in the hood To the hills Got these bad bitches in they feels But this is for my niggas on the front line Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach Real niggas grew up in the free lunch line Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach It's still a marathon in this mothafucka Niggas smoking marijuan' in this mothafucka Staples center wear LeBron in this mothafucka Kobe Bryant, black mamba, you mothafuckas You know what's up, rollin' up, pullin' up My committee is showin' up Shooting vidies in my city my niggies is going nuts We animals, look us up The director shook as fuck Pointin' hammers at the camera What side are you throwin' up? When Jay lost 92 bricks and he had to fall back Y'all thought it was all rap Y'all thought it was all cap For plugs I know 92 is a small pack Niggas with submarines, dealers that never sold crack SongtexteI hang with gangstas who get deported Their caine it just get imported Too dangerous to get extorted Get sprayed when the hit is ordered Done bangin' your shits in orbit Don't play with them niggas, forfeit the game Or get murdered and it ain't reported Mob shit, tyrannosaurus and black fedoras When we see the pigs passin' the tours We rap the chorus of "Fuck Tha Police" 'Cause they just got a casket for us They acting like if you're born black then you're askin' for it I brought that dirty bread home to get mama some help I might as well been a clone 'cause I fathered myself Droppin' my baby mama off in college in my olive Impala Picture a drop-out who got knowledge to sell, uh The black man's a God I'm my own Osiris Nothing but kings up in here We are on your highness Writin' songs on papyrus purchased by impulsive buyers Skills high, even Bill Nye know the science (Know the science) Long Beach to Brooklyn that's the code alliance (Hard) We eat what we kill that's the code of lions (Hard) Ghetto Gods, a different meaning for slum lords Shoot out at the pharmacy, nigga we about these drug wars We sellin' Kush and pills Anything for the dollar bills They know us in the hood To the hills Got these bad bitches in they feels But this is for my niggas on the front line Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach Real niggas grew up in the free lunch line Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach Aus Songtexte Mania