Tha Eastsidaz - Milk 'N' Honey lyrics

[Verse 1: Tray Deee] Nappy heads, free lunches, food stamps; how we come up Represent the set, disrespect and we nut up Run up on a motherf**er strapped or not And once we ride, we ain't hiding we at the spot Flipping sacks, hitting Yak, for the bread and meat Either take off a space off and scared to eat And I was taught from the start have heart, have money I have to live lovely if I have to make it ugly [Verse 2: Goldie Loc] I'm smashing the game bossed out Never trip, kept my head up, man the homies flossed out Eastside thang fool back on that a** It don't stop you know we always making cash Stash spot on deck, police come no sweet 'Serve there a** Goldie so they never forget' Kick on kak while a n***a rip rhymes stay banging on that motherf**ing mad a** Eastside [Chorus: Bamm] Roll 'em, smoke 'em, make that money On the Eastside, land of milk and honey Bull rag idol 'round the 'K Bang those blue shoes straight away We tip, we crip, were fly Straight to the spot, yeah we ride We toss that throwaway Bang those blue shoes straight away [Verse 3: Goldie Loc] (We on fire) Steady lighting up the scene with this all blue attire Don't stop now let me hear the whole thing Bumpin' this sh**'ll make your momma g**n Tied a rag around a cane, hit the streets bring 'em pain Young black male push the set with my gang Never throw your hands up when come I'ma bust, hardest rap in the cut, go and get f**ed up [Verse 4: Tray Deee] On my major chase, paper make the earth go round Everybody heated, its about the first to draw Aim, squeeze, take cheese, bang these, escape! On the grind, sunshine 'til the evening - late n***as scheme and hate but when I bring the 'K I lay down a whole crowd when I sweep the place No pity, stone gritty, Long Beach for life Do or die, n***a stand on the creep for mine [Chorus: Bamm] [Verse 5: Tray Deee & Goldie Loc] You be making out that we be 'bout a million strong When everybody spit the lyrics when they hear our songs Still G'd up, speak up if you got deez 21st street Eastside I C Gs We them eastside ridaz, making money We play for keeps, cos for us ain't nothing funny Get your wig pushed back try'na start some sh** Lil' Loco from the 1 5 rolling dub Crip Straight banging, steady bringing rip riding heat With that young top gun on the side of me You n***as wish that we would quit But we ain't about to slip The only thing we giving up is coming out the clip Stay true to the streets, move fast with the heat Bite down on the beat, keep them chucks on your feet Tray Deee, Goldie Loc C walking in your sleep (Haha) Were C walking in your sleep [Chorus: Bamm]