Представляем точный текст композиции "Eastside Drama" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brownside . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Eastside Drama» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brownside передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brownside - "Eastside Drama"
Lyrics to Eastside Drama : (feat. Eazy-E) [Eazy-E] Rolling in my motherfucking rag-top Chevrolet Eazy-E headed Eastside, Trece To kick it with my homeboys, chill Hit em up, C-P-motherfucking-T for real Rolling down Compton Boulevard See some BGs selling dope by the school yard To rep my set I say "Whats up" Eazy-motherfucking-E the OG, I gives a fuck Now Im in LA and Im flossing See your bitch I used to fuck Bust a left at Slauson At the light, on Hoover make a right All the way down to 49th Aw shit, Im here Pop the trunk, I got bud and beer You cant fuck with us, you cant fade it Cuz the locos I kick it with is straight gang related Motherfucker [Chorus] Because theres always drama on the Eastside Cuz we dont give a fuck Because theres always drama on the Eastside Cuz we dont give a fuck Because theres always drama on the Eastside Cuz we dont give a fuck Because theres always drama on the Eastside Cuz we dont give a fuck Because theres always drama on the Eastside Cuz we dont give a fuck Because theres always drama on the Eastside Cuz we dont give a fuck [Eazy-E] Yeah So why dont you tell these motherfuckers what its really like On the motherfucking Eastside Kick that shit [Toker, Danger and Wicked] Crazy gang bangers, we dont give a fuck Bald head, Ben Davis, like my homeboy said Blue-ragging for the Sur, I aint down with the red Crazy motherfuckers from the streets of LA Eastside South Centrals where the fuck we stay Hanging out with the homies, out banging non-stop Rolling deep like a motherfucker always on the block Smoking that sherm, tripping out on the high Fuck these fools up, holding down the Eastside I can put this on my mom and everything I love Ima die for my hood, Im not no motherfucking punk Im a straight gang-banger that dont give a shit And got a gang of crazy homies that you cant fuck with Bald head, creased up, got my shit, Im strapped Eastside on my stomach, 13 on my back So run up motherfucker and watch your ass get cold Ese fucking with the homies just like fucking with the hood Put a slug in your culo and make this shit understood Simon, you know how this shit go Yeah [Chorus] [Toker, Danger and Wicked] South Central, Eastside Where the Trece ride We put a strap to your head, fuck a punk drive-by Back up on the time, we was getting high Hitting corners on a beach cruiser through the Eastside Catching fools slipping, where the fuck you from The motherfuckers run so we cock and slow as one Knocking them fools out, shank in the neck Started tripping on his head and beating on his chest You slipped and got caught, now you layed to rest In the streets of the hood we dont give a fuck I got the quete at my side keeping trucha for the cops Fuck that loco, I aint going down 25 with the L, three strikes, I aint going down We do what we gotta do and get on And fuck what they on cuz thats the way that shits done In crazy ass Los its an everyday trip You gotta watch your back, if not youre gonna get clipped Fucking crazy ass vatos, pelones, cabrones Coming at you motherfuckers creeping on the calles homies Hell yeah, homies going crazy at that wack You gotta rack these motherfuckers with this crazy ass tat Im down with my hood and my crazy ass homies Real motherfuckers, we dont fuck with phonies Eastside till I die and the Trece to the grave I live and Ill die in the streets of LA Kicking back in the hood and we always kick it deep Holding down and protect and Ill kill for my street Bang for the gang, and down to bust some time And dont give a fuck because Im down for any crime Fucking fools up and breaking putos down My homeboys got my back so I done spit twelve rounds Fuck that ese we dont give a fuck Eastside till I die You dont like it' Run up [Chorus] Yeah Brownsides in the pinche casa, que no homeboy Thats right Showing putos how it goes and shit like that Tu sabes Straight gang-banging, 49th Street is in the pinche casa Bang bang bang motherfuckers South Central Whats up Danger Eastsides how we do it ese All these fake, wanna-be motherfuckers Listen to the real crazy loco 213 is in the pinche casa All the homies from Eastside Trece [ Eastside Drama Lyrics ]
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