Delinquent habits - Lower Eastside lyrics

Lower East Side

Verse 1

In this little section of the promise land

Where I lounge with my homies and I'm freakin the flam

I got a six shooter down to my side sittin in the ride

Pop it in drive now I'm rollin through the Eastside

Lower slower down for the dip

Now hold up check the sound flip a b***h

There's a party goin on swingin all night long

They come from miles around to see me freak the frown

But if a sucka wanna trip strikin up beef

I got a gang of hounds to make em cough teeth

I know this crazy ass fool bringin ol Sansu

I got the brass for your ass homeboy

thought you knew that....

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I got homies on the Southside

I know some vatos on the Eastside

Some my homies roll a G-irde

We're bringin up the Lower Eastside

Verse 2

Los delinquentes trippin off the place I hang

It's the huero loco with the way out swang

See I be rollin through the badlands my right hand man is Kemo

Un delinquente con a glock in hand

It's mi vida loco wastin my potential

Funky with the Lower Eastside fundamental

Lower ride laces on the Honda

Between the 5 and the 91 north of Alondra

Always with my Su man my form of Kung Fu man

My name is the Ives who the motha fuck are you man?

So I throw up my clicka let my fingers twitch

Cause the Lower Eastside's up in this b***h

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I got homies on the Southside

I know some vatos on the Eastside

Some my homies roll a G-ride

We're bringin up the Lower Eastside

Verse 3

Now let me think now what do I want to play

Where I can always go a catch me a slugfest

Tengo familia all the way up in the midwest

But let me come back around the grounds where I pound

The 40oz. brews and lounge with my hounds

That's where the homies all be kickin it

That's the end of the 105 isn't it? Right

Shhh..trucha here comes the man

But I know these streets like the back of my hand

So when the swiney guys come lookin around

I'll be freakin the frown

As I bump my s**t to the next town

Because the cuffs won't click

The charges won't stick

I wonder when these pigs gonna get the fuck up off my dick

Cause there's no way you can every intimidate me

I break silly mutha fuckers off daily

It's just the twist off the cap

of the 40 in my lap

Wanna scrap we can scrap

Wanna blast I'm strapped homie

Chorus2X

I got homies on the Southside

I know some vatos on the Eastside

Some my homies roll a G-ride

We're bringin up the Lower Eastside