I Luv It Lyrics - Kokane

Eastsidaz come out and play 

Eastsidaz come out and play 

Eastside, one five, two, one 

Two, oh, Eastside one five 

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh 

We finna show you 

Motherfuckers what's happenin' 

Tray Dee 

Comin' in front and center state ya name and game 

Yeah, them Eastsidaz back and we came to bang 

(Eastside) 

Givin' it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin' 

Strictly insane and we do the damn thang 

It's the big bad Eastsider rollin' 

Now how many blocks we controllin' 

Two 0, two 1, one 5, 17 and 11 

One 9 and a muthafuckin' dime 

Murder block to the swamp front of grand mama house 

They don't sleep, well freak off brand knock 'em out 

Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge 

Young Gs, lil' Gs, casualties and war 

So we push the turf steady pushin' work 

Niggas love seein' thugs so we look for dirt 

Where the shit don't stop and them six fours hop 

If ya just get socked, don't trip gettin' dropped 

All black wit' a little bit of gold 

Now lemme show you motherfuckers how the Eastside roll 

Footin' to the metal, every hand on stiletto 

Extra clip when we book out, peace we long ghetto 

I'm about to make the shit crack 

We got straps in this bitch I got somethin' on fat 

Tellin' you motherfuckers, damn 

It ain't no thang when you bang wit' the Dogg Pound 

(Dogg Pound) 

(I luv it) 

The way the homies come through 

All blue nigga what y'all wanna do? 

(I luv it) 

We got hos to the left 

Platinum on our chest nigga, yup, yup 

(I luv it) 

Can't stop, won't stop 

So what that L.B.C. Like? 

(I luv it) 

We do the damn thang all night 

Better yet fo' life 

I luv it, we keepin' that shit G 

'Cause that's all I see, I luv it 

We always gon' roll and stay way too deep 

Tray Dee, Goldie, Snoop, 'Deuces N Trayz' 

Still give it to that ass the old fashion way 

From the LB city, where them shells leave many 

Wannabes on they knees, tryna beef wit' a gizze 

Aye loc, I represent till the shit don't stop 

Fuck them paramedics and them crooked ass cops 

It's hard to maintain on the front line 

Check this out 'cuz I gotta get mine 

Low ridahs, Eastsidaz comin' wit' that G shit 

People want some of this? Hell naw trick 

I'm keepin' that shit gangsta 

Yeah, C-walkin' on you pranksters, nigga 

We don't really give a mad fuck nigga what? 

Gettin' mad stuck, catch you comin' out the cut 

Hoo ridin', G ridin' fuck the law 

Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw 

My reactions, attractions, fast and all actions 

Till I die east the side, I stay smashin' 

Represent this like its meant to see 

To the graveyard or the penetentary 

(I luv it) 

The way the homies come through 

All blue nigga what y'all wanna do? 

(I luv it) 

We got hos to the left 

Platinum on our chest nigga, yup, yup 

(I luv it) 

Can't stop, won't stop 

So what that L.B.C. Like? 

(I luv it) 

We do the damn thang all night 

Better yet fo' life 

Zoom 

Zoom 

Zoom 

I am Sir Dogg, D P G funk and I am Crip 

I never learned to Crip 

Oh no, put me down, let go of my legs 

I'll never C-walk, do the time of life 

You have the time of your life, hey, ha 

Oh yeah, what's Crip-a-lat'n baby? 

Eastsidaz, 'Duces 'N Trayz 

The old fashioned way 

Somethin' uh, to make you move, groove 

And definitely sets the mood 

It's so, uh, gangsta, it's so, uh, prankster 

It's the hoodie, hoodie, goodie, goodie 

To lick ya boogie oggie, oggie 

Can ya dig what I'm talkin' 'bout, I smell ya Battle Cat 

Now that's funky, that's so funky, I have to say, uh 

Eastsidaz come back 

Eastsidaz come back 

Eastsidaz come back 

Eastsidaz come back