Songtext zu 'Norte Sidin' von Wood

Much Pride Northside 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 Have to Turn Up the Heat
And I Creep in a 69 Lark With Duels
Parkin' Up the Block On Rallies
Chrome Shinin' Like Jewels
Swingin Sideways the Highways Up There Aimin' For Brains
With My Eyes All Dialated Swervin' Through Lanes
Shits Gone Strange But I Was Up in Funk Before That
So Nothin's Really Changed in This Yoc Life Format
Homies Gone Or Doin' Time, So They Puttin It Deep
We Still Norte Sidin Ridin' On This Side of the Street
Wakin' Quick and Out the Window Spittin' Yoc Life Lingo
(That Shit's So Tight It Makes My Ears Tingle)
A Single Shot Who's Juice? It's All the Tanq'
Still Rattlin' Up Thiese Crazy Killas Bearin' For State
But I Prefer to Talk a Tray Five Save On My Nuts
So I Can Hit 'em With a Gunshot Fuckin' 'em Up

Chorus:
Livin' On the Skirts of the Eastbay
Co Co County Crankin' Bump to Keep the Ballers Paid
But You Can't Fade When the Soldiers Get to Ridin'
Flare It Up, Tear It Up
Norte Sidin
Livin' On the Skirts of the Eastbay
Co Co County Crankin' Bump to Keep the Ballers Paid
But You Can't Fade When the Soldiers Get to Ridin'
Flare It Up, Tear It Up
Norte Sidin

Yoc Influenced What the Fuck Does It Mean?
It's the Reason Why I'm Cockin Back and Blowin Out Your Spleen
It Could Mean That You're All About Your Green and Coppin' C Notes
Or Rollin' On the Triple Golds Where Folks Are Servin' Vino
Might Have You Flossin' With Your Town Sewed Up
Or Hit the County You a Bitch Or Snitch You're Getting Rolled Up and Smoked Up
Cause I'm a Yoc Soldier Swinka, a Malt Liquor Drinka, a Fuckin' Deep Thinka
Until I Hit the Grave You Better Count Me As a Factor
Cause I Ain't Never Been a Shootin' Blanks Hollywood Actor
Prepare to Strap Down As I Pound Through This Town
Of a Hundred Thousand People, Fifty Thousand I'm Leavin Down
Back in 92, Only a Few of Us Were Ridin'
93 Who Are These Fools South Sidin?
94 We Kept the Pistol Chambers Smokin'
95 They Realized the Yoc Aint Jokin'
96 Had the Homies Prove They Swayin'
That's All Good But Why'd You Fools Quit Bangin'?
97 Fuck It, I Aint Even Trippin', Love the Homies That I've Got Even More
We Keep Dippin', Set the Record Straight
98 Shall I Die Write the Words of My Obituary For the North Side I Serve

Chorus

Livin' Life Strapped With a Target On a Scrap
And I'mma Hit 'im Bullseye Cause It's Like That
Woodie's Often Hated On Account I'm Gang Related
Fuck Rappin' 'bout That Bullshit I've Been Through Too Much to Fake It
Livin' Life Strapped With a Target On a Scrap
And I'mma Hit 'im Bullseye Cause It's Like That
Woodie's Often Hated On Account I'm Gang Related
Fuck Rappin' 'bout That Bullshit I've Been Through Too Much to Fake It

Chorus