No love for my rivals, madafuck the five o's
No love for my rivals, madafuck the five o's
Wake up, blaze up, I'm trying to get my cake up
My Kali bitch, she don't need no make up
The team is solid baby, I swear they can't break us
As soon as we make it they gon' say that they made us
Fuck no, no way bitch, we got our own lane
West coast, I'm about to intercept this rap game
If I have set back then we're back to selling cocaine
Bitch who are you I never heard about you no names
Homie watch me come up, got a problem run up
You need to stop lying, you know you really love us
Bitch I never gave up, you need to step your game up
Been through some shit how the fuck I keep my head up
Raised by them tee's, no money changing me
Your girl she a freak, catch us at the sweet
California baby is the place to be
A beautiful place with some dangerous streets
I'm from the west coast, cali is my home
8-0-5 and we smoke the best dro
In the back seat with some hoes, car full of smoke
Always staying ready cause my varrio is been at war
No love for my rivals, no respect for the five O's
It's the Eastside baby and we still hold the title
You don't want it with my click, all my homies are rhydas
Raised in California, land of the gangsters:
From that bruta city to the home of the lakers
Baby cuffed, 501's, with my chuck taylor's
Block banging boys with a whole new flavor
Stop being a hater and be about your paper
If it's not about music or money, hoe, I'll see you later
I don't speak your language, bring a translator
If you really about it baby, show your money maker
Knightmare said it, my family don't do favors
Who's real, who's not, who's your friend and who's traitor
I say a quick prayer, now I'm off to the ghetto
Banging for the click like I'm a get a medal
Dropping gangsta shit to this fuzzy instrumental
Hearing voices in my head while I'm dipping in the rental
You don't want it with my click, all my homies are rhydas
I'm from the west coast, cali is my home
8-0-5 and we smoke the best dro
In the back seat with some hoes, car full of smoke
Always staying ready cause my varrio is been at war
No love for my rivals, no respect for the five O's
It's the eastside baby and we still hold the title
Fuck what they say cause we're popping now
It's them block banging boys and we're running this town
Made of top ramen, damn I can live of whatever
I fit this fat body with a knife and a sweater
That's a go getta, hustlas dont starve
Pray for some patience and progress real hard
Fuck it, robbed the plugged, foo it's easy
When I jacked mine, he even through in the skeezy
Get your weight back, do what you got's too
I came with no costume, young go getta got you
Nobody hides, killas in my back eyes
Jumped in you can call it baptized
Pussy is always right, hood, Eastside
Give a fuck if their wrong or they right, mothafucka