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Eastside, eastside nigga wha? 
(Eastside, eastside nigga what?) 
I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha? 
(Westside, westside nigga wha?) 
Northside, northside nigga wha? 
(Northside, northside nigga wha?) 
Southside, southside nigga wha? 
(Southside, southside nigga wha?) 

Good luck, time to get hood stuck 
Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff 
Ludacris give me 20 push-ups 
Last summer, got da hook up 
You know what I did 
Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids 
Type of rat, sat on my ass 
And fiendin' for cash 
Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass 
Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins 
and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin 
I love women so I'm in it to win it 
In it to green 
In it to get in it and get in it again 
You got two booties so you whippin yo chin 
And I don't blame you 
I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels 
My ice piece dangle 
make my chest look older 
Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder 
I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier 
Shady park resident and southside Rider 

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Get back, time to get hood jacked 
Gold chain, took dat 
World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats 
Becareful what you look at 
cause you lookin to long 
You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long 
I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song 
and there is enough for everybody in da party 
while ya'll hittin da bong 
But ya'll be hittin my schlong 
you play the flute quite nicely 
When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty 
Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up 
Broads I seem to rack up 
When I pull da gold acta 
Get slapped up 
Drove up da wall 
Put it in Reverse 
you can hope for the best, but expect the worst 
You at a place like some D's on a Hurst 
Its quite funny 
Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny 
It seems as if thats what I need 
Filthy south and Ds 
Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze 
Give it to me now 

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Your pick time to get hood sick 
Hit'em wit a good lick 
Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick 
EastSide Ruthless 
WestSide leave 'em clueless 
my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish 
And do this for a living 
while you stuck up in yo cubicle 
Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful 
Women break a cuticle 
Ballas break bread 
Southside, I represent it till I'm dead 
What wha 

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