[Verse 1] Much pride, North side of The Golden State Its Woodiewood from the ANTIOCH Where the crackbacks potent and the pigs are deep For every new batch cooked, half the town dont sleep And I creep in a sixtynine lark with duals Barking up the block on Rallyes, chrome shining like jewels Swinging sideways on highways after aiming for brains With my eyes all dilated swerving through lanes Shits 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 the clique aint as deep But we some Norte Sidin ridin on your bumper with heat With beat quaking out the windows spitting Yoc Life lingo That shits so tight it makes my ears tingle A single shot deucedeuce is all it takes To rattle up his brains and kill his parents mistake But I prefer to tuck a treyfivesev in my nuts So I can hit em with a gutshot, fuckin em up [Chorus 2x] Living in the skirts of the East Bay, Co Co County Crank and bomb keep the ballers paid But you cant fade when the soldiers get to ridin Flared up, tearin it up, Norte Sidin Sidin [Verse 2] Yoc Influenced, what the fuck does it mean? Its the reason why Im cocking back and blowing out your spleen It could mean that your all about your green and copping zitos Or rolling on the triple golds and Vogues and servin vitos, them cnotes Might have you flossing with your town sewed up But hit the county, you a bitch or snitch your getting rolled up, swolled up So Im a soldierfied Yoc swinga A malt liquor drinker, a fuckin deep thinker Until I hit the grave, better count me as a factor Cause I aint never been no shootin blanks Hollywood actor Prepared and strapped down as I pound through this town Of a hundred thousand people, fifty thousand living foul Back in ninetytwo only a few of us ridin Ninetythree, who are these fools south sidin? Ninetyfour we kept the pistol chamber smokin Ninetyfive they realized the Yoc aint jokin Ninetysix half the homies moved to slangin Thats all good, but whyd you fools quit bangin? Ninetyseven, fuck it I aint even trippin love the homies that I got even more And keep dipping let the record state In ninetyeight, shall I die, write the words In my obituary for the North side I served [Outro 2x] Living life strapped with a target on a scrap And Im a hit a bullseye cause its like that Woodies only hated for the fact Im gang related Fuck rappin bout that bullshit, been through too much to fake it [Chorus 2x]
yoc, sidin, norte, ridin, homies