Woodie

Norte Sidin

Woodie


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 
Parking up the block on rallies 
Chrome shining like jark 
Swinging sideways the highways up there aiming for brains 
With my eyes all dilated swerving through lanes 
Shits gone strange but i was up in funk before that 
So nothings really changed in this yoc life format 
Homies gone or doing time so they putting it deep 
But we some norte sidin ridin 90 bumping with heat (with beat) 
Waking out the windows spitting yoc life lingo 
(that shits so tight it makes my ears tingle) 
I seen gold shot duce duces all it takes 
Still rattled up these crazy killas bearing 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 

(Chorus X2) 
Living in the skirts of the eastbay co co county 
Cranking bomb to keep the ballers paid 
But you cant fade when the soldiers get to riding 
Flare it up, tearin' it up 
Norte Sidin' 

Yoc Influenced what the fuck does it mean 
It's the reason why I'M cocking back and blowing out your spleen 
It could mean that your all about your green and copping c notes 
Or rolling on the triple gold's where and folks are serving bedos 
Might have you flossing with your town soiled up 
Or hit the county you a bitch or a snitch your getting 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 aint ever been out shooting blanks hauling with actor 
Prepare to scrap down as I pound through this town 
Of a hundred thousand people fifty thousand living bound 
Back in 92 only a few busters ridin 
93 grew out these fools south siding 
94 we kept the pistol chamber smoking 
95 realized the yoc aint joking 
96 had the homies prove they swanging 
Thats all good but why'd you fools quit banging 
97 fuck it i aint even trippin load the homies that I got even more 
And keep dipping let the record state 
In 98 shall I die write the words in my obituary for the north side I serve 

(Chorus X2) 

Living life strapped put a target on a scrap 
And imma hit a bullseye cause its like that 
Woodies only hated for the fact im gang related 
Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it 
Living life strapped put a target on a scrap 
And imma hit a bulls eye cause its like that 
Woodies only hated for the fact I'M gang related 
Fuck rapping about that bullshit been through too much to fake it 

(Chorus till end)