Woodie - Norte Sidin' lyrics

Much pride north side of the golden state It's woodie wood from the a-n-t-i-o-c-h Where the crack bags potent And the pigs are deep For every new batch could happen to go sleep And I creep in a 69 lark for dark Parking up the block on rallies Chrome shining like jark Swinging sideways the highways up there aiming for brains With my eyes all dilated swerving through lanes sh**s gone strange but i was up in funk before that So nothings really changed in this yoc life format Homies gone or doing time so they putting it deep But we some norte sidin ridin 90 bumping with heat (with beat) Waking out the windows spitting yoc life lingo (that sh**s so tight it makes my ears tingle) I seen gold shot duce duces all it takes Still rattled up these crazy k**as bearing for state But I prefer to talk a tray five save on my nuts So I can hit them with a gunshot f**in them up (Chorus X2) Living in the skirts of the eastbay co co county Cranking buns to keep the ballers paid But you cant fade when the soldiers get to riding Fire it up fire it up Norte Sidin Yoc Influenced what the f** does it mean It's the reason why I'M co*king back and blowing out your spleen It could mean that your all about your green and copping c notes Or rolling on the triple gold's where and folks are serving bedos Might have you flossing with your town soiled up Or hit the county you a b**h or a snitch your getting rolled up So I'M a solidified yoc swinga a malt liqueur drinker a f**in deep thinker Until I hit the grave better count me as a factor Cause I aint ever been out shooting blanks hauling with actor Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town Of a hundred thousand people fifty thousand living bound Back in 92 only a few busters ridin 93 grew out these fools south siding 94 we kept the pistol chamber smoking 95 realized the yoc aint joking 96 had the homies prove they swanging Thats all good but why'd you fools quit banging 97 f** it i aint even trippin load the homies that I got even more And keep dipping let the record state In 98 shall I die write the words in my obituary for the north side I serve (Chorus X2) Living life strapped put a target on a scrap And imma hit a bullseye cause its like that Woodies only hated for the fact im gang related f** rapping about that bullsh** been through too much to fake it Living life strapped put a target on a scrap And imma hit a bulls eye cause its like that Woodies only hated for the fact I'M gang related f** rapping about that bullsh** been through too much to fake it (Chorus till end)