Lyrics
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Intro: Havoc
Yeah this is some of that laid back Prodigal G-funk for the 9-4
With A Havocal twist
I got a sack of orange
I'm finna take me a toke and be like wa-lahh
Verse 1: Prodeje
Taa-dow, back up in your ass for the fourth time
Mill. 9's carry crimes from the waistline
Knee deep in that shit that you like to call a gangsta
Diggin' in your brains if I bring the
(Flow to your door) Can I come on in?
Kick my game in yo' ear (Do you hear?)
Shall we spend, time in my coupe, hittin' dips and blocks
As they nod G-Funk from the bucks that rocks
(Endo) I spill it till you feel it, big baby
From the hood where the shit gets crazy
And never sweatin', suckers I gaffle
You thought me I was like you but yo, I never felt a baffle
To the break of dawn, till the twilight midnight
(Everywhere I go I keep my G tight)
And if the East Side G's understand this
(I know the West Side G's comprehend this)
Chorus: L.V.
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Verse 2: Young Prod
One, two, three as I creep down your block (low-low)
Don't slip cause I'm strapped with this G-shit
(Lil' knucklehead with the 9 over his waistline)
Wicked, I get it into more shit than pigeon
(I did my G-slide in, on the Eastside in)
(Niggas never stress Young Prod when I'm ridin')
Ruffneck shit
Nigga don't you want to touch this gangsta funk when I bump it's legit
(Don't get it twisted) Nigga but you missed it
Flippin' to the zone if Young Prod ain't got twisted
Ride boy makin' come down now
Just a little touch of this G-shit I found
Chorus: L.V.
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Verse 3: Mr. Wesside
Before I chill in the streets grab my heat still 187 Bloody M-E-A-T
Mr. West to the S-I-D-E ride
And remember me fool Westside pimpin' slide
I bust that shit on South Central Cartel's first CD
Now who the fuck I be be
G with the Z-I-G-Z-A-G stick'em
I bust in your dome a bullet as I hit as I jack 'em
N-U-T'z niggas conceive
West to the side make your hoes say: please!
Suck my dick bitch trick don't tease
When I'm done, grab my ki's, shake this spot like a P-I-M-P
Headed for my H-O-O-D hit all the liquor sto' for the Hennessy
Before I lounge in the streets grab my heat
Still 187 Bloody M-E-A-T in the street
Chorus: L.V.
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Don't stress I'm that nigga with the endo glide
Eastside, westside, G-slide
Ah, yeah right...
Outro: Havoc
Man, this orange is the shit
Damn, nigga quit lookin' at my beamer, fool
Make sure I get my G-Slide on
And you know what I'm sayin'
Damn, niggas ain't up on this orange
I get by the crew on the Eastside, head to the Westside
Pick up a skeezer, you know what I'm sayin'
Get me some box
It ain't nothin' but a endo glide thang in South Central
You know how we do it in the 9-4
Smokin' fat willies, cruisin' in 6-4's
Customized BMWs, Lexus, you know what I'm sayin'
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