Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money... I mean it's hard.. hustling late night You know (late niight) Some of these suckas out there tryna get what I got Tryna pull me down (late night) But you know.. I'm a real playa Real hustler.. real gangsta I'm bout getting this money (late night) I don't give a fuck what time it is.. It can go down all night..
(Tray Deee) Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat First step, to collect a nigga's bread and meat The squares asleep But all the hogs out on the prowl Blocks get locked down like they off a child Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining 9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising Occupation gangsta committed to thug life
(Kokane) On a late night.. That's the time we gone ride Nigga, it's do or die Late night We ain't checking for names When the hollow points fly On a late night.. Deeper and deeper We had to get into some gangsta shit Late night Deeper and deeper They don't know who they fucking wit
(Goldie Loc) Dead bodies with a funky smell Throw 'em in the ocean Jack the fo' up two times And young nigga, keep coastin' Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo? I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house? Gallop in yo shit like the black joust To make it real simple and quick If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit And it's all about the fast lane, nigga When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
(Kokane) On a late night.. That's the time that we gone move a gang away Late night They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes On a late night.. Deeper and deeper I bang these streets for all so long Late night Deeper and deeper Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong
(Intro) Go help yourself fucker (son of a bitch) Hahahaha!!! (Guh-ohh) I know Tha Eastsidaz Them some bad motherfuckers Uh-oh (Uh-oh, uh)
(Snoop Dogg) Swizz Beatz Up in the motherfuckin Dogghouse Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster Godzilla
(Goldie (Kokane)) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas talkin shit, bitches on my dick Stay so swift, buckin this shit Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, cuz..
(Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock Hustlers on the block, busters gettin shot Playa haters jock, and pray that they got cop, cuz..
(Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) I'm quick to start strappin, down for straight jackin Don't ask me what happened if ya gun start clappin Nigga I was rappin, while you was actin, cuz..
(Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Real niggas postin, gettin drunk, smokin Khaki chucks spokin, pistol grip totin Always go for broke, and love livin life motive (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-ooo!!!)
(Snoop talking) Everywhere I go I see we just rubbin off on the whole motherfuckin game, haha
(Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Some be hatin, some roll gatin (so) Most be fakin so they get they hoes taken Since I don't be tastin, you hoes I'll be shakin, cuz..
(Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) I see thick ass bitches, big ass switchin Quick cash pimpin, swift ass kickins Zig-Zag twistin, fifth glass sippin
(Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Don't get quiet, niggas start a riot Take off like hollies, young gangsta try it In it for the highs, you can't deny it man
(Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Motherfuckers tryin to bang, niggas runnin game Suckas gettin played, player bitches gettin paid Said gangster everyday, place the snitches in their grave (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)
(Snoop talking) Yeah somebody thought the game was dead The game ain't dead these niggas is scared
(Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Packed up cells, dirty-ass jails Sneaky ass snails, hot like Hell Funky shit that smell, clean your fingernails man
(Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Redneck cops, X pills pop (fuck 'em) Banned X boxes and yoke gettin shopped Stacks gettin clocked and 'Lacs gettin dropped
(Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Gone off hennessey, bitches next to me Takin some Ecstasy, want some sex from me It's all G, nigga can't you see, cuz..
(Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Cars full of sets, marks gettin checked (Eastside!) Hard niggas vets, bulletscars on they chest Start tryna test I hope the Lord got ya blessed nigga (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)
(Snoop talking) From Spain to Maine, we here to change the game Ain't a motherfuckin thang changed, yaknah'msayin mayne
(Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Make this motherfucker jump, let the bitches get crunk I got a room at the Trump, later on we can slump Let the speakers thump, and watch these hoes thump
(Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas serve zones, niggas swerve chrome Bitches turn wrong, get other bitches turned on (ooh) Think it ain't sold then ya must have heard wrong
(Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Bailin thru the streets, always catch me with some heat On my way to buck a freak, back up we fuck the heat In and out of sheets while yo' ass be asleep, cuz..
(Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) I stand on the set, demand my respect (for life) My hand on the tech, or the magnum on deck (nigga) You ain't gotta guess, I represent it to the death nigga (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)
(Snoop Dogg talking) Everywhere I go, everywhere I go Every-motherfuckin-where Everywhere we go (EASTSIDE!!!) Hahaha (Everywhere I go!!!) Put ya motherfuckin cups down nigga It's goin down up in this motherfucker Swizz Beatz, Ruff Rydin, Eastside (Everywhere I go!!!) Yeah, yeah, a little somethin, for all my niggas down in the dirty-dirty All my niggas on the BS, yea yea nigga (Everywhere I go!!!) Every-motherfuckin-where I go I keep that bomb-ass weed on me Yeah, got a bad bitch, waitin on me in the hotel room (Everywhere I go!!!)
(Hook: Kokane) Likes to go, eventual Lead you home, come inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders
(Busta Rhymes) Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there Create a scandal in there Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out Because ya...
(Hook: Kokane)
(Busta Rhymes) I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse And what be makin' it worse That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out Because ya...
(Hook: Kokane)
(Busta Rhymes) Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga But still I really love to sit on my dough And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out Because ya...
(Intro: Kokane + (Snoop Dogg)) Ohhh... Chassa-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LBC, Chassa-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) La da da da da da da (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LB (LB)
(Tray Deee) What up cuhz? You know ain't nothin' different on mines When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk I'm blowin' niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough The last thought you rappin' niggaz should think Is you could never get as gangsta as Tray Deee on the beat On the streets, over beef, you don't compete with uno You know - the general a criminal do-low Committed 'cause I'm wit it, then I spit it and live it Niggaz timid in my vision, I cause tension and thinkin' By my presence I'm the answer to societys hate A true rider with the mind to push the mightiest weight Fools petty and they ready, steady comin' with bullshit A full clip what you'll get that hit like a mule kick A sure hit, that's all I'm aimin' for when I blast Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash
(Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
(Tray Deee) Yeah niggaz, how you figure that the game gon' wait? I came home straight from the pen to take yo' place Ain't no chase, this paper comin' soon as I post up And watch the victim clock and catch him choppin' his dope up Fuck his hopes up - stripped, gagged, and roped up Take the whole cut and leave him swoll and ghost up I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike Thug for life, come and catch the slugs at night Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty Since the game is shitty I gots to bang the city Strictly gangsta so I bring the terroristical heat Rap, scrap, jack, and mack to reach the tip of the peak This is the Beach, now any nigga got a rebuttal - gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once he peek at the muzzle Struggled hard for my title and intend to hold it You want it? - then all invitations open
(Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
(Tray Deee) I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street Then that's seven more bustas who claim they got heat And it'll take seven more C's 'fore I start to reach Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street Tray Deee never do it easy, fool so don't expect it Niggaz get checked and they sets disrespected No question, I'm all you ever thought that you was Til' you ran across the boss and now you coughin' up blood Shoot first, fools curse 'fore they kick up dust Clip gon' bust, then they gon' have to pick loc up All that talkin' 'cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off Senseless loss, a curb where niggaz piss me off Conflict with my click, get your bitch ass touched All my comrads bomb fast, it's as sick as fuck 2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf Check the cash when we mash. always rugged, the worst
(Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug
(Outro: Kokane) + (Snoop Dogg) *Kokane ad libs*
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)
Yeah nigga MC Ren up in this mother fucker West West y'all Yeah L A niggaz L A niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize yaknahmsayin Niggaz don't wanna peep game yaknahmsayin But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre droppin heat box on y'all bitchass Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize L A niggaz connected all over he motherfuckin world nigga Recognize this Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up At Leimert Park taggin hittin fools up Ditchin my class just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever dope like Cuba Got em jumpin King T starts speakin indecipherable I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon Smoke big green call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks I pop lock witcha Picture this Dr Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM Wait a minute it's on I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate check it From sundown to sunup clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut nigga what We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A Gimme that mic fool it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you harass you Blast you for that set you claim where you from Mash on you for your turkish chain CK B K Blued up or flame I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble yeah yeah I bang though like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali AK's and 9's One time's sunshines and fine ass bitches Hawaiian thai drive by six fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called WHAT THE DIF' Where the brothers in the hood refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline dead on the floor Better than yours drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX to the Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply we don't die the streets don't lie What so neither do I I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself Five in the mornin burglars at my do Glock forty five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz who by fifths by the fo and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass Dr Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style but can't find no openings We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A
That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride
DPG, is down with us X to the Z, is down with us D-R-E, is down with us My nigga Kokane, is down with us Eastside gang is, down with us Niggas talkin s**t, I'm gettin ready to bust I'm number one (one, one, one) With a bullet motherf**kers
I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself)
Aww naw (who is it?) It's motherf**kin' Snoop Dogg I live the fast life, where ya keep ya cash tight In broad daylight, walkin' wit ya flashlight Addin' up what ya brought in from last night She mad tight with mad bite (is that right?) Bad lil b***hes on my tizeam (tizeam) Nigga, that's the American drizeam (wha-wha-wha-what) Pussy broke the President (yeah it did) And pussy made a pimp rich (yeah it did) I live like 'em both as I smoke on my dope On my boat...thumbin' through c-notes Now here's a toast to the coast Cuz we doin' it the most (we doin' it the most) Playa playa high costs Uno, dos, I'm bout to get ghost Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they will never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (want some?) Do you wanna have a sip with me? Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) It's time to shine, the world is mine (the world is mine) I never ever dropped a dime (shiiit) Nigga might cop a dime Never hesitate to pop a 9 (bah!) And always come up with the proper line Stick to the script b***h I'm hurtin s**t (hurtin s**t) Let me show you motherf**kers what I'm workin with (what you workin with?) Don't need no water to go with your order And you aint got to smuggle the s**t up over the border Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable We leavin' 'em low Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke He done drank and she done smoked The meters are broke, we put the V to the note I brought the weed to smoke And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they can never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (Hennesey) Do you wanna have a sip with me? (sip with me?) Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) Yeah
I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself)
Shaquille O'Neal, is down with us Look half dead, is down with us My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us And eastside Watts, is down with us The whole crip car, is down with us My niggas on the four yard, I'm givin it up We number one (one, one, one) (Gunshot) With a bullet motherf**kers
{*cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton*} Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg Now answer me this - did you f**k that b***h or what?
That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters.
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high
You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers You need to put your motherf**kin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom) And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me) and c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga) Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again and I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth? That's a motherf**kin lie (f**k that fool) Black folks stick together til we die, hmm That'll be the day..
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
Liar, liar, pants on fire Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!) Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher I won't stop puffin til I re-tire My b***hes, my niggaz, they off the wire They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire Movie star b***hes the ones you desire Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer See most b***hes like f**kin with a rider Slider, to the sider, invite her to a gangsta, party, provider {*laughing*} with a lot of meat by-products (mm) And beat the puddy-pot and got up She licked the dick from the top to the bottom {*woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad b***h!) Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!"
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high
{*KoKane scats and ad libs to the music*}
Ah what's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
