Norte Sidin' 2 (Feat. Megan) - Woodie, Megan

Much pride north side of the golden state

It’s woodie wood from the a-n-t-i-o-c-h

Where the crack bags potent

And the pigs are deep

For every new batch could happen to go sleep

And I creep in a 69 lark for dark

Parking up the block on rallies

Chrome shining like jark

Swinging sideways the highways up there aiming for brains

With my eyes all dilated swerving through lanes

Shits gone strange but i was up in funk before that

So nothings really changed in this yoc life format

Homies gone or doing time so they putting it deep

But we some norte sidin ridin 90 bumping with heat (with beat)

Waking out the windows spitting yoc life lingo

(that shits so tight it makes my ears tingle)

I seen gold shot duce duces all it takes

Still rattled up these crazy killas bearing for state

But I prefer to talk a tray five save on my nuts

So I can hit them with a gunshot fuckin them up Living in the skirts of the eastbay co co county

Cranking buns to keep the ballers paid

But you cant fade when the soldiers get to riding

Fire it up fire it up Norte Sidin

Yoc Influenced what the fuck does it mean

It’s the reason why I’M cocking back and blowing out your spleen

It could mean that your all about your green and copping c notes

Or rolling on the triple gold’s where and folks are serving bedos

Might have you flossing with your town soiled up Or hit the county you a bitch or a snitch your getting rolled up So I’M a solidified yoc swinga a malt liqueur drinker a fuckin deep thinker

Until I hit the grave better count me as a factor

Cause I aint ever been out shooting blanks hauling with actor

Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town

Of a hundred thousand people fifty thousand living bound

Back in 92 only a few busters ridin

93 grew out these fools south siding

94 we kept the pistol chamber smoking

95 realized the yoc aint joking

96 had the homies prove they swanging

Thats all good but why’d you fools quit banging

97 fuck it i aint even trippin load the homies that I got even more

And keep dipping let the record state

In 98 shall I die write the words in my obituary for the north side I serve

Living life strapped put a target on a scrap

And imma hit a bullseye cause its like that

Woodies only hated for the fact im gang related

Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it Living life strapped put a target on a scrap

And imma hit a bulls eye cause its like that

Woodies only hated for the fact I’M gang related

Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it

(Chorus till end)