It don't stop, and I say it don't stop
I'm doing my thing with the homeboy Goldie Lope, D3, and Indian Blue
That's how we get down, man
Yeah, we run LBC
I take this to be personal, cuz
It's my lane, Lope (real shit)
Get a dose of this West Coast
Dukes hoppin', datin', spinnin', saggin' in my motherfuckin' khakis
Look, I stay winnin'
Take you on a mission in my G-Rod
Eagle, we still dippin'
Eastside, Long Beach, 20 Crippin'
Ain't nothin' changed with this nigga Goldie Loco
I'm still rollin' them fat joints
A bomb-ass dodo
A stone keepin' beatin' knockin'
Nigga, I'ma fly out to Seattle with some wax in my pocket
Get everybody fucked up
Off them Patron shots, I still got wounds
And I'm runnin' from the cops
They don't make them like me no more
I keep the gangsta all the time
That's all a young brother know
It pause for a second, Lope
Hey, Loki, Loki, what you been doin'?
I been sucker duckin' and dummy dodgin'
Growin' weed inside garages
Flippin' bricks like they aimin' at that Reginald dinner
I been actin' like a Loke
Tryin' to scrape with my pennies
I had it rough as a nappy-headed kid on the block
The only way to make it out was to sling a few rocks
That's when that rappin' kicked into fifth gear
I'm tellin' everybody now, this the Eastside of year, nigga
Wad up d?
I'm telling everybody, this the E-Signs, yeah, loc
What up, doggy dog?
Young loco, sign up, cuz
This my lane, watch me do my thing
They don't make them like a zone or lane
20s and insane
They can make it how the east side bang
How the east side bang, can't contain
The gangster rhythm flowing through my veins
From the city where it's gritty and it's cold
We gon' show you how the thrill should go
E-A-S-T-S-I-D-E-L-N-A-G-C
They call me Big D-3
And every time you see me, I do my thing
I get love from the Dubs and the Saints
I was born in Long Beach, raised on the east side
2026, Trasadena was the street sign (say that)
I was really neat, high, feelin' out of hand since
Used to get quarters at Lucky Back with baskets
All right, the trolley, to the mall each day
Feelin' C's candy, games at the arcade
Catch me at the parade on M-O-K Street
Wasn't no drama when my mama stayed on 8th Street
And when I turned 18, I'm on the block posted
Sellin' dope from Pine and Locust
I'm finally focused over that life
Catch me in the studio, givin' my rap pride
This my lane, watch me do my thing
They don't make them like a zone or lane
20s and insane
They can make it how the east side bang
How the east side bang, can't contain
The gangster rhythm flowing through my veins
From the city where it's gritty and it's cold
We gon' show you how the thrill should go
I'm from the game, you're the no-brain
Baby, I'm the insane, smokin' on that bomb
Propane, fly niggas' chains
But they sayin' Indy in the sand
Bulldog told me how you bang, you ain't got a thing
Bustin' with a nine and a chain and a diamond ring
Shine on my haters, well, it quit before they animate
Long Beach Raider, favorite number 23
I ain't talkin' Jordan, you hear me sayin' O.B
Name ringin' bells, actin' like they know me
Smoked this movie, yeah, Teddy has to show me
The niggas actin' gangsta, turn out to be the police
Sayin' that she love me, fuckin' on the brodies
Tell me that they real, these niggas be really phony
Chop, these niggas be really phony
Tell me that they real, these niggas be really phony
The cheer
He called you home, nigga
This my lane, watch me do my thing
They don't make them like a zone or lane
20s and insane
They can make it how the east side bang
How the east side bang, can't contain
The gangster rhythm flowing through my veins
From the city where it's gritty and it's cold
We gon' show you how the thrill should go
Thrill should go
