"I Luv It" as written by Kevin Duane Mccord, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Tracey La Marr Davis, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman, Ralf Hueter, George Jr. Clinton, William Earl Collins, Bernard Worrell, Arthur Henry Baker, Emil Schult, John...
Eastsiders come out and play
Eastsiders come out and play

Eastside!one five, two coughone
Two oh, one eastside one five
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
We finna show you motherfuckers what's happenin
Tray Dee

Comin in front and center state ya name and game
Yeah them eastsiders back and we came to bang (eastside)
Givin it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin
Strictly insane and we do the damn thang

It's the big bad eastsider rollin'
Now how many blocks we controllin'
Two 0, two one, one five seventeen and eleven
One nine and a muthafuckin dime

Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house
They don't sleep, well freak off brand knock em out
Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge
Young Gs, Lil Gs, casualties and war

So we push the turf steady pushin' work
Niggas love seein' thugs so we look for dirt
Where the shit don't stop and them six fours hop
If ya just get socked, don't trip gettin' dropped

All black wit a little bit of gold
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how the eastside roll
Footin' to the metal, every hand on stiletto
Extra clip when we book out, peace we long ghetto

I'm about to make the shit crack
We got straps in this bitch I got somethin' on fat
Tellin' you motherfuckers, "Damn!"
It ain't no thang when you bang wit the Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound)

(I love it!) The way the homies come through all blue nigga what y'all want to do?
(I luv it!) We got hos to the left, platinum on our chest nigga yup yup
(I luv it!) Can't stop, won't stop, so what that L.B.C. like
(I luv it!) We do the damn thang all night, better yet fo' life

I luv it! We keepin that shit G
'Cause that's all I see
I luv it!

We always gon' roll, and stay way too deep
Tray Dee, Gol-die, Snoop, ducez 'n trayz
Still give it to that ass the old fashion way
From the LB city, where them shells leave many
Wannabes on they knees, tryna beef wit a gizze

Aye loc, I represent till the shit don't stop
Fuck them paramedics and them crooked ass cops
Its hard to maintain on the front line
Check this out 'cause, I gotta get mine

Low ridahs, eastsidaz comin wit that G shit
People want some of this?
Hell naw trick
I'm keepin' that shit gangsta
Yeah, see-walkin' on you pranksters, nigga

We don't really give a mad fuck nigga what
Gettin' mad stuck, catch you comin' out the cut
Hoo ridin', G ridin' fuck the law
Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw
My reactions, attractions, fast and all actions
Till I die east the side, I stay smashin'
Represent this like its meant to see
To the graveyard or the penitentiary


[Repeat: x12]
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

I am Sir Dogg
D-P-G funk
And I am crip
I never learned to crip

Oh no! Put me down
Let go of my legs
I'll never see-walk
Do the time of life

You have the time of your life
Hey ha!

Oh yeah, what's Crip-a-lat'n baby?
Eastsidaz, "Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way"
Somethin' uh, to make you move, groove, and definitely sets the mood
Its so uh gangsta, its so uh prankster

Its the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie
To lick ya boogie oggie oggie
Can ya dig what I'm talkin bout
I smell ya Battle Cat
Now that's funky, that's so funky, I have to say uh!

[Repeat: x4]
Eastsiders come back

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"I Luv It" as written by Ralf Huetter Emil Schult

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