Back in the days of old times, on the Eastside
Where the G's who ride, and here the rest play
You got to have you a phat knot
Or you would have not
Cuz so everyday I gets no play
Black is the color, color be like blood
place and location destination my hood set
whats up on that dove sack, can I get some love
we are sentimental of an Eastside thug
anyways anyways, as I sip on a beer
I do shed a tear oh its clear oh my dear
many have they hands up, cuz I got some ends
but game recognize game ain't no need to pretend
used to kick it at the shack on Delta the shelter
niggaz walkin by the spot like alka seltzer
plot plot, biz biz, no is no friends
now I got some doe doe, need you no more (what a relief it is)
many muthafuckaz wasn't down from the start
so what you know my first name is like Mark
do me, never, no matter the weather
if you come you best a have your shit together
(Chorus)
There'll come a day, that they'll say
ohh we made a mistake
There'll come a day, that they'll say
ohh we made a mistake
2 Scoops-
Every since we put it down
niggaz wanna come around
down to the shack
since we aren't fuckin wack
but they best a back up and get back in the cut
cuz when I think back to the days, they didn't give a fuck
now niggaz wanna come around and clown in my face
but lookin over yesteryear, they wasn't in the place that I was in
now I bent them corners in my Cutlass
may be a bucket, but fuck it
I'm still on top, and I'm a drop your ass if I have to
gat ya, splat ya up against the wall
small or tall I'm gonna fade you all
niggaz dont know about the muthafuckin Scoop with the 8-ball
in my clutch but I just fuck up shit
everywhere
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