Norte Sidin'

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'