I Luv It - Tha Eastsidaz, Kokane, Sir Dogg

Tray Dee:

Coming in the front and center, state your name and game

Yeah, them Eastsidaz back and we came to bang

Giving it up, pistols and chucks, rags hang

Strictly insane and we do the damn thing

Goldie Loc:

It’s the big bad Eastside rolling

Now how many blocks we controlling

2−0, 2−1, 1−5, 17, 11, 1−9, and a Mafioso dime

Tray Dee:

Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house

Elm Street, Twelfth Street, off brands, knock em out

Stay deep, bring heat, make streets emorge

Young G’s, lil G’s, casualties and war

So we push the turf

Steady pushing work

Homies love seeing thugs, so we look for dirt

Where them six fours hop

Wanna drip, get drop

Can ya let’s get spot

Goldie Loc:

All black with a little bit of gold

Now let me show you bustas the Eastside roll

Foot to the pedal, every hand on stiletto

Extra clip, why you think I peachy love ghettos

I’m about to make the thing crack

We got straps in this world

I got something on fat

Tell you bustas damn

It ain’t no thing when you bang with the Dogg Pound

Snoop Dogg:

(I love it)

The way the homies come through all blue nigga

What y’all wanna do?

(I love it)

We got hoes to the left, platinum on our chest

Nigga, yup yup

(I love it)

Can’t stop, won’t stop

So what the L. B. C. Like

(I love it)

We do the damn thing all night

Better yet, for life

Tray Dee:

(I love it)

We keeping this thing G Cause that’s all we see

(I love it)

Always gonna roll and stay way too deep

Tray Dee, Goldie, Snoop

Duces and Trays

Still givin it to ya the old fashioned way

From the L. B. City

Where the shells leave many

Wannabes on they knees

Trying to beef with a gizzie

(Goldie Loc)

Hey yo, I represent cause my thing don’t stop

Bump them paramedics and them crooked-ass cops

It’s hard to maintain on the front line

Your brother like me, just tryin to get mine

Low ridaz, Eastsidaz coming with this G shit

Can you borrow some of this?

Hell naw, trick

We keepin this thing gangsta

Yeah, C-walkin on your prankstas, nigga

Tray Dee:

We don’t really give a mad bump, give it up Get messed up, catch you coming out the cut

Hoo ridin, G ridin, slump the law

Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw

My reactions, attractions

Fast at all action

And til I die East-the-side, I stay smashin

Represent this like it’s meant to see

To the graveyard or the penatentary

Chorus

Kokane:

Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom (over and over)

Yeah, what you crapilating, baby

Eastsidaz

Duces and Trayz

The Old Fashioned Way

Somethin uh To make you move, groove

And it definitely sets the mood

It’s so uh, gangsta

It’s so uh, pranksta

It’s the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie

To make ya boogie oogie oogie

Can you hear what I’m talkin about?

I smell your battle cat

Now that’s funky

That’s so funky, I have to say

Ugh!

Snoop Dog:

Eastsidaz coming back (X4)