Much pride, north side of the golden state
It's Woodie Wood from the A-N-T-I-O-C-H
Where the crack bags potent and the pigs are deep
For every new batch could happen to go sleep
And I creep in a 69 lark for dark
Parkin' up the block on rallies, chrome shinin' like jark
Swingin' sideways, the highways up there aimin' for brains
With my eyes all dilated, swervin' through lanes
Shits gone strange but I was up in funk before that
So nothin's really changed in this Yoc life format
Homies gone or doin' time so they puttin' it deep
But we some norte sidin', ridin' 90, bumpin' with heat
(With beat)
Wakin' out the windows spittin' Yoc life lingo
(That shit's so tight it makes my ears tingle)
I seen gold shot, duce duces all it takes
Still rattled up these crazy killas bearin' for state
But I prefer to talk a tray five save on my nuts
So I can hit them with a gunshot, fuckin' them up
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county
Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin'
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county
Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin'
Yoc influenced, what the fuck does it mean?
It's the reason why I'm cockin' back and blowin' out your spleen
It could mean that your all about your green and coppin' C notes
Or rollin' on the triple gold's where and folks are servin' bedos
Might have you flossin' with your town soiled up
Or hit the county, you a bitch or a snitch, your gettin' rolled up
So I'm a solidified yoc swinga
A malt liqueur drinker, a fuckin' deep thinker
Until I hit the grave better count me as a factor
'Cause I ain't ever been out shootin' blanks, haulin' with actor
Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town
Of a hundred thousand people, fifty thousand livin' bound
Back in 92, only a few busters ridin'
93, grew out these fools south sidin'
94, we kept the pistol chamber smokin'
95, realized the yoc ain't jokin'
96, had the homies prove they swangin'
That's all good but why'd you fools quit bangin'?
97, fuck it, I ain't even trippin' load
The homies that I got even more
And keep dippin' let the record state
In 98 shall I die, write the words in my obituary
For the north side I serve
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county
Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin'
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county
Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin'
Livin' life strapped, put a target on a scrap
And I'ma hit a bulls-eye 'cause it's like that
Woodies only hated for the fact I'm gang related
Fuck rappin' about that bullshit
Been through too much to fake it
Livin' life strapped, put a target on a scrap
And I'ma hit a bulls-eye 'cause it's like that
Woodies only hated for the fact I'm gang related
Fuck rappin' about that bullshit
Been through too much to fake it
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county
Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin'
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county
Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin'
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay co-co county
Crankin' buns to keep the ballers paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Fire it up, fire it up, Norte Sidin'