Strap on the Side Lyrics
[Chorus] Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me Don't fuck with the East Bay Gs (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side) Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side) Don't fuck with the East Bay G (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side) Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side) Don't fuck with the East Bay G (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side) Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side)
[Verse 1] Broke 'em down with the clip and a trigger Screamin' like Eiht, yelling, "Come on, niggas" Nappy head motherfuckers in a Coupe de Ville Lightin' shit up like Fire Marshal Bill You see I hops on the flow like my nigga Domino And get a big fat sack of yay A key or a half, a motherfuckin' thing Pistol whip a nigga with a AK 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 nigga rollin' up out the cut Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G, see I pulls my motherfuckin' UZI And spill his brains (Spill his brains), spill his brains (Spill his brains) I spill his brains in his motherfuckin' lap I pulls a jack (Pulls a jack), pulls a jack (Pulls a jack) And shoot the heart out his motherfuckin' back I come from 187, not with that hoe shit So, nigga, spark up the bomb so we can blow shit See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists
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[Chorus] Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G
[Verse 2] Comin' up at they ass like tails of a cryptid UZ thing swallow that ass like limp dick, nigga And now they try to wonder and figure How the fuck Charles Manson turned himself to a nigga Put a blast on they ass with the holes of the barrel Bullets fly in a chest like a motherfuckin' sparrow 'Cause we get like Stephen King, bodies swing from my ceiling Opens up the cheeks when it's time for the cap peelin' 9-4, hit the door with a fat gat Comin' like this, break 'em down like that The nigga with the packs and the fat crack sack Po-pos on my back, blow they ass off the map With the 187, mad man killer Spill a nigga guts for the fuck 'cause I be—
[Chorus] Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck 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 bitch Nina Ross G—a—gat that ass with the double deuce Derringer From the Bay Area, the pall burier Six niggas carry ya, momma in hysteria Walk up to your motherfuckin' coffin and I stare at ya 'Cause you's a dead motherfucker, black And you never should have fucked with the 187 Fac So nick-nack paddywhack, 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 motherfuckin' trooper So say what up to the East Bay Freddy Krueger Blow the head off a motherfuckin' cow When my gat go off like a M-1000 Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side (Peace to my motherfucking nine)
[Chorus] Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine) Don't fuck with the East Bay G
