East Vs West - 42 Dugg, Bandgang Masoe

Ayy

On everything, ayy

Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of shit

'Member old girl?

Even after that, I fucked a lot of bitches

I miss you, bro

R.I.P.

to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?)

Z06, my nigga, that’s without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy)

My youngin doin' a hundred, that’s without a picture (Free them boys, ayy)

No family at all, bitch, we kill for a cost

You get half off on the Xans, but ain’t no deal on the dog

Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, bitch, just take a knee

These niggas out here fastin', really hate to eat

Probably catch me in traffic, nigga (With what?)

A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs)

Shit, we came from the ground up

I know it hurt you niggas when these bitches hound us

Ayy, I’ll really blow this bitch if I don’t sound tough

And I ain’t braggin', my nigga, I’m more than active, my nigga

I really hit niggas' head, that ain’t no cappin', my nigga

We really came from the basement, we in the attic on niggas

We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain’t laughin' with niggas

They was scared of O, we was blastin' at niggas

Ayy, where the mask and the blender?

A young scandalous nigga

The feds swoopin' my niggas and it damaged a nigga

Tend to get a nigga four like I’m gamblin' with it

Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it

Nigga, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it

Give that bitch thirty-five hundred, a nigga cancel your Christmas

Still play with white squares like I fuck in the dentist

Still’ll snatch you out your shit without askin' permission

Trust me, I live it

Seen it or did it, remember it vivid

You been pussy since middle school, I know you ain’t with it

So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us

I up this MAC, it’s quiet in the room like I’m takin' attendance

A lot of residue from whippin', Mas', I’m takin' the dishes

Been in love and fell out, shit, I had to forget it

Two hundred thousand in the couch, shit, I’m still from the trenches

My niggas fightin' for they life, I pray it’s fourth and some inches

Prosecutors playin' goalline D

I’m in it for the money, let my hoes find beef

For all my bros I don’t see, hope y’all make it out

I thought that they was hatin' then, shit, they hatin' now

Shit so crazy in the 10, came from fuckin' with the twins

Niggas killed my lil' mans, couldn’t even say the route

She like, «Dugg, give me the apartment,» you can take the house

Came from sippin' on a rose, now we Ace-in' now

Niggas tellin' on my bros, yeah, them statements out

Might not never see my nigga, but I’m wishin'

Take me back to 2010, shit was different

R.I.P.

my nigga Soda, yeah, I miss him

Grew up on the Westside, seen a lot of shit

Quick to up my pistol, hit a lot of licks, yeah

A nigga said our name and we was poppin' shit

Even to this day, we still droppin' shit

Know you niggas pussy, we the opposite

Hit him from the corner, Stojaković

The spot so damn hot, I wanna hide the bitch

Took a lot of risks to get an icy wrist

Your bitch get in the way and we’ll murk the bitch

So many B’s in the crib, we need the curtains fixed

Your mans out of state, man, they cursive quick

Two straps on me, I’m Urkel, bitch

I’m tryna stack it up like that Oprah bitch

Money