money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why
power found me So i could never coward out A mind for murder but the barrel couldn't tell you half about this antichrist Look into my eyes tell me what
gave me credit he hooked me up with a proper dubb here come my girl I hope she got a pipe it might of been a good day for you,but for me it'll never be
ladies in the world today searchin for mates Got these non-players perpin for dates, hold up Give me love if you've got it in ya, hot as Virginia Hot enough for me
properly Costin' me 4 dollars for her to spend the night with me Chastely rob her pockets even if she was nice to me Look for the hooker later coz she
the West Coast, that makes me thank the East Eastside! Eastside! And somethin about the West Coast, that makes me bang the beat HELP ME SING IT! [Chorus
cows are nice If you talk table manners don't believe all they told ya I eat with my fingers like an African soldier I don't know which fork is for meat or for
me The way you look is goin through me Sue me, takin everything I got and Plottin animosity for my property Got me and lock me away from the world I'm
about the West Coast, that makes me thank the East Eastside! Eastside! And somethin about the West Coast, that makes me bang the beat HELP ME SING IT! [