Strap On The Side (Street Remix) lyrics

[Chorus]
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)

[Verse 1]
Broke 'em down with the clip and a trigger
Screamin' like Eiht, yelling, "Come on, n*ggas"
Nappy head motherf*ckers in a Coupe de Ville
Lightin' sh*t up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see I hops on the flow like my n*gga Domino
And get a big fat sack of yay-ay
A ki or a half, a motherf*ckin' thang
Pistol whip a n*gga with a AK-ay
Peep this, la-di-da-di, I shot up his body
Left his ass bloody in the front of the party
Yeah, a y-a-young n*gga rollin' up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
n*ggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G, see
I pulls my motherf*ckin' UZI
And spill his brains (Spill his brains), spill his brains (Spill his brains)
Spill his brains in his motherf*ckin' lap
I pulls a jack (Pulls a jack), pulls a jack (Pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his motherf*ckin' back
I come from 187, not with that ho sh*t
So n*gga, spark up the bomb so we can blow sh*t (Blow sh*t)
[Chorus]
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G

[Verse 2]
Comin' up at they ass like Tales of the Crypt, and
Uz' thing swallow that ass like Lipton, n*gga
And now they try to wonder and figure
How the f*ck Charles Manson turned himself to a n*gga
B-uh-blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel
Bullets fly in they chest like a motherf*ckin' sparrow
'Cause we get like Stephen King, bodies swing from my ceiling
Opens up your chest when it's time for the cap peelin'
'9-4, in the door with a fat gat
Comin' like this, break 'em down like that
The n*gga with the plats and a fat crack sack
Po-pos on my back, blow they ass off the map
With the 1-8-7, madman killer
Spill a n*gga guts for the f*ck, 'cause I be—

[Chorus]
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
[Verse 3]
It goes one for the treble but you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my b*tch Nina Ross
G-uh-gat that ass with the double deuce Derringer
From the Bay Area, the pall burier
Six n*ggas carry ya, mama in hysteria
Walk up to your motherf*ckin' coffin and I stare at ya
'Cause you's a dead motherf*cker, black
And you never shoulda f*cked with the 187 Fac
So knick knack paddy wack, give a G a gat
And put some bullets in that ass crack, yeah
Break 'em down with the MAC
And like John Madden '93, boom, he's on his back
Spice 1 is a motherf*ckin' trooper
So say "what up" to the East Bay Freddy Krueger
Blow the head off a motherf*ckin' cow
When my gat go off like a M-1000
Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side

[Chorus]
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
[Outro]
Rolling with my motherf*ckin' strap on the side of me
(Peace to my motherf*ckin' 9)
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G