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letra de hold the west down - goldie loc (of tha eastsidaz)

(goldie loc talking)
yeah.. lemme hear me some cuz
i stay true to it
yall wanna give me that hennessy my n-gga? (eastside)
mothaf-ckaz ain’t gangstas (uhh uhh) yeah
i dunno what you call these n-ggas man (w-nkstas)
keep f-cking the game up you dig?
tell you the real about these soft -ss n-ggas.. yeah (eastsiiiide)

(goldie loc verse 1)
so you thinkin ’bout doing the g-album without me (what?)
how you gon survive, n0body wants you on the streets (uhh uhh)
my n-gga 50 twist it “g’d up”, so i twist it up “back down”
so how you suckas gonna act now?
you stay tucking your tail like the b-tch you iz
you not like me, i keep it gangsta for the kids
and your records dedicated to the sl-ts
you ain’t in the hood, how the h-ll you come up?
i been on my knees for the game when it changed
mothaf-ckaz ain’t crips, they don’t even g-ngb-ng (what’s that you f-ck?)
now take a look what i go through cuz
stoppin to the bud – smoking for the pause
fake thugs wanna see like crips and bloods
hang around the wrong set and get dragged through the mud (ha-haaa)
sumthin to hit you with, gangstas don’t holla
we whistle, and we never pop the next man collar
[?]romeos[?] get b-ttnaked foe the pale man
slap yo -ss n-gga with a g in my hand (b-tch!)
you a b-tch, you ain’t a crip, you ain’t a gangsta
d-mn sho ain’t a thug, w-ssup cuz?
i keep it g!

(chorus)
every little n-gga wanna see like me
khakis and chuckies, cuz i hold the west down
every og wanna be like me, pushin ?heat? thru the streets, cuz i run the west now
repeat x2

ey goldie, w-ssup with the eastsidaz? when yall gon drop some new sh-t? c’mon man please!

(goldie loc verse 2)
now let me tell you how it went down about es
money got involved so i stuck out my chest
tray deee my f-ckin n-gga and snoop’s still my dog
but this about business when i spit at all yall
i still be on tour f-cking the same hood rats
then back to the hood to let them 45 claps
i stayin down like 4 flat tires on the ?hinto?
i gotta let you know, i’m hot, that’s how the shady game go
what i look like being starved too death
like a nigerian kid with a pistol looking for help
steady squeezing on you n-ggas like a [?]vices crip[?]
tryna play me for my chips, im calling up all the crips”
like lil saggy, young homie koolaid and dil-dawg
we some loc’s from pomona, bg and lil hawg
i keep it g n-gga!

(chorus x2)

(goldie loc verse 3)
i was that little n-gga in the backseat of +baby boy+
dumpin on yo sorry -ss r’n’b-boooys (tsk tsk)
i ain’t a joke, i’ma loc like rakim
catch me in +lay low+, sliding on my briiim
never follow the next man footsteps
struggle – then make it happen – show ’em what you got left
pushin b-lls in your rap to get it crackin
keep a pistol on your -ss n-gga for the shacking!! (what?)
lil jay my little brother told me keep on pushing
keep smashing on you suckaz and show em no coushin’
i feel like a old truck pulling your house away
since you don’t wanna f-cking come outside and play!
i sh-t on cuz then p-ss on cuz and bang on cuz
cuz we ain’t rollin with cuz
got to feel the whole ?rap of getting a limo nailed?
know how you feel when i’m in your presence n-gga (intimidated!!)

wha? what?
mothaf-ckin loc, eastside longbeach..
gangstash-t
f-ck all yall!
say sumthin now b-tch!!

- goldie loc of tha eastsidaz

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