"Welcome To The Eastside" lyrics
KXNG Crooked Lyrics
Welcome to the Eastside, we be going up
Long Beach shit, nigga, we don't give a fuck
Getting money in this bitch, 'cause we sick of being stuck
Hanging in the streets ever since I was a pup
Niggas in the city got a certain set of skills
Slang anything, trying to run up on a mil
Told my mamma "On the bible, if I come up, I'ma chill"
Now, I'm signing autographs on a hundred dollar bill
Welcome to the Eastside, this is how we do it
Whips ain't shit, we dippin' in the newest
See a nigga on a Harley and it's bigger than a Buick
Pull up on his side, he listening to my music
Give a head nod, then I'm out
Gotta get the bag in the largest amount
Hella dollars to count with cigars in my mouth
Buying cars in a drought, what a boss is about
But it's not for the clout
City by the sea
If he got a G-Wagon, then he probably P
Pretty thotty in the lobby, get a lotta cheese
Periodically, get the stick for the tricks acting idiotically
You really gotta be from the city by the breeze
If you wanna survive, 'cause it's a different kind of beast
Shit is strictly on the East
The semi-auto squeeze if anybody sneeze (God bless you!)
Welcome to the Eastside
Yeah, Big Bad Long Beach
You just met your brother on the side streets
But you didn't know it 'cause your pops was a player
It's fucked up that your mamma was a side piece
Back in the day, if you was balling, you could lay her
She a hot mess from the 90's
Nowadays, we in the BBL era
But that don't make a chick no dime piece
Welcome to the Eastside, we be going up
Long Beach shit, nigga, we don't give a fuck
Getting money in this bitch, 'cause we sick of being stuck
Hanging in the streets ever since I was a pup
Niggas in the city got a certain set of skills
Slang anything, trying to run up on a mil
Told my mamma "On the bible, if I come up, I'ma chill"
Now, I'm signing autographs on a hundred dollar bill
710 freeway, I'm headed back home
Forgiato rims, so I'm sittin' on chrome
That's a double entendre, I'm sittin' on chrome
Chrome Beretta, you better bust when it's on
Hit PCH, had to get some more ammo
Put that on the Eastside, I'ma go Rambo
Sippin' on the brown got me crazy Orlando
F-Type Jag' with the shaved door handles
Gotta be quiet, don't tell 'em your plan though
Niggas don't put coke in the door panels, that shit is old
Been fuckin' with the weed, dispensary jump like a 10th floor bando
Shit straight gas though
Mary Jane to the brain, Rick James, you can come and get a sample
Shout out to my homegirl, she in the trap, only fans know
She hit the city in the Lambo
Welcome to the Eastside, we be going up
Long Beach shit, nigga, we don't give a fuck
Getting money in this bitch, 'cause we sick of being stuck
Hanging in the streets ever since I was a pup
Niggas in the city got a certain set of skills
Slang anything, trying to run up on a mil
Told my mamma "On the bible, if I come up, I'ma chill"
Now, I'm signing autographs on a hundred dollar bill
Welcome to the Eastside
Long Beach shit, nigga, we don't give a fuck
Getting money in this bitch, 'cause we sick of being stuck
Hanging in the streets ever since I was a pup
Niggas in the city got a certain set of skills
Slang anything, trying to run up on a mil
Told my mamma "On the bible, if I come up, I'ma chill"
Now, I'm signing autographs on a hundred dollar bill
Welcome to the Eastside, this is how we do it
Whips ain't shit, we dippin' in the newest
See a nigga on a Harley and it's bigger than a Buick
Pull up on his side, he listening to my music
Give a head nod, then I'm out
Gotta get the bag in the largest amount
Hella dollars to count with cigars in my mouth
Buying cars in a drought, what a boss is about
But it's not for the clout
City by the sea
If he got a G-Wagon, then he probably P
Pretty thotty in the lobby, get a lotta cheese
Periodically, get the stick for the tricks acting idiotically
You really gotta be from the city by the breeze
If you wanna survive, 'cause it's a different kind of beast
Shit is strictly on the East
The semi-auto squeeze if anybody sneeze (God bless you!)
Welcome to the Eastside
Yeah, Big Bad Long Beach
You just met your brother on the side streets
But you didn't know it 'cause your pops was a player
It's fucked up that your mamma was a side piece
Back in the day, if you was balling, you could lay her
She a hot mess from the 90's
Nowadays, we in the BBL era
But that don't make a chick no dime piece
Welcome to the Eastside, we be going up
Long Beach shit, nigga, we don't give a fuck
Getting money in this bitch, 'cause we sick of being stuck
Hanging in the streets ever since I was a pup
Niggas in the city got a certain set of skills
Slang anything, trying to run up on a mil
Told my mamma "On the bible, if I come up, I'ma chill"
Now, I'm signing autographs on a hundred dollar bill
710 freeway, I'm headed back home
Forgiato rims, so I'm sittin' on chrome
That's a double entendre, I'm sittin' on chrome
Chrome Beretta, you better bust when it's on
Hit PCH, had to get some more ammo
Put that on the Eastside, I'ma go Rambo
Sippin' on the brown got me crazy Orlando
F-Type Jag' with the shaved door handles
Gotta be quiet, don't tell 'em your plan though
Niggas don't put coke in the door panels, that shit is old
Been fuckin' with the weed, dispensary jump like a 10th floor bando
Shit straight gas though
Mary Jane to the brain, Rick James, you can come and get a sample
Shout out to my homegirl, she in the trap, only fans know
She hit the city in the Lambo
Welcome to the Eastside, we be going up
Long Beach shit, nigga, we don't give a fuck
Getting money in this bitch, 'cause we sick of being stuck
Hanging in the streets ever since I was a pup
Niggas in the city got a certain set of skills
Slang anything, trying to run up on a mil
Told my mamma "On the bible, if I come up, I'ma chill"
Now, I'm signing autographs on a hundred dollar bill
Welcome to the Eastside
