Huh, representing the 
West, check it out 
Alright relax your mind, blow a blunt be free 
You now tuned in to the sound of the new 
Row Gs You claim you know us, (you know us), plus you think you can rap 
Well you're tired, (you're tired), so go take a nap 
Yeah you know the 
East, I get funky with lines 
Mic check 1, 2, and spit it out my mind 
The E.A.S.
T. is the name 
I spell from videos to my shows, yes 
I rock well 
Slow your roll boy, your team ain't stronger than mine 
Fully loaded with automatic heats like land mines 
You can't stand mines? 
Well stay the fuck out my circle, before 
I spazz out on you and beat both of your eyes purple 
I'm smoking purple kush off a chronic bush to release this thing 
And ambush your team, mini machines that take off your spleen 
If you ain't ready, 
I thought 
I told ya'll before, the 
Row roll heavy 
Sharp like machetes, counting confettis, dipping the chevy 
Watch my motherfucking d's out up and down your city 
It's so pretty, 
D.A.S.T to the 
L.A.C. and 
I'm representing with 
Suge, This 
M.O.B. So mob with me 
I keep my weed and heat under the seat like, "Fuck what you saying to me" 
I'm hollyhood on you 
Hollywood niggas, what's up? 
Meet a nigga in the street and we can lock head up 
You can't get over the (bark) [x7] 
She went which'a way? 
Now put your bitch away [Crooked I:] 
Crooked fuck in the 
West, But he cuts in the 
South If there's sluts in the house, stick nuts in your mouth 
Drink, what's it about? 
Keep punk niggas out (beat it!) 
Six slumped on the couch, get humped then 
I'm out I'm an ogre with mine, so vulgar at times 
If ugly hoe were a dime, 
I'd fuck both of you combined 
One hoe told me, "Crooked open your mind," 
Cause I like to be choked while 
I'm stroked from behind 
Mah, I'll oblige, 
I don't follow guides, and if 
I squeeze too hard then 
I'll apologize 
She the type who qualifies, man she had a lot of guys 
Million dollar thighs and light green olive eyes 
So I aimed for her chest 
I came on her breasts 
And stained on her flesh, we insane on the 
West You see 
I'm a gangsta having fun 
And I never leave a (beach?) without packing a gun 
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy 
And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance 
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy 
And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance [Kurupt:] 
Well it's 
Kurupt Young 
Gotti, (Gotti) 
And I'm back home, you better ask somebody 
I pack chrome and at least one shotty 
I smash home with a pretty young hottie, 
Lodi Dodi 
Still ride with the 
D (dot) P (dot) 
G (dot), we hot 
The six tray watt, where the keys at 
Fiat steal that nigga 
Classic hits, how could you not, not feel that nigga 
Spill that liquor for your homies, 
I'm the real thing and we bang on phonies 
I'm only out for my tippa, dick in your mouth for you strippers 
Clock mountainous figures niggas come off the crown 
Before Young 
Eastwood have to toss you down 
I'm O.G., can't nobody kick me off the 
Pound That's how bodies pop up in the loss and found 
Slauson-bound bitch! 
Shit, God damn, motherfucker, asshole 
And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance 
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy 
And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance 
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy 
And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance 
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy 
And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance 
We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy 
And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance 
You can't get over the (dog bark) [x5] 
She went which'a way? 
Now put your bitch away 
You can't get over the (dog bark) [x3]