Delinquent Habits

[1st verse]
In this little session of the promised land
Where I lounge wit my homies and Im freakin my friend
I gots the 6-shoota down by my side, sittin in the ride
Pop it in drive, Im rolling through the Eastside
lower, slower, down for the dip
now hold up, check the sound flip that bitch
theres a party goin on swingin all night long
they come from mile around to see me freak their _
but if a sucka wanna trip struttin up beat
I got a gang of hounds to make em pop teeth
I now this crazy-ass fool, bringin old sasson
I got the brass for your ass,
homeboy thought you knew that...
[Chorus]
I got homeys on the south side
I know some vatos on the east side
some my homeys wanna g-ride
were brining up the lower eastside
[repeat]
[2nd Verse]
Los Delinquentes, trippin up the place I hang
hey, its the guera loco wit the way I swang
see I be rollin through this _
and my right hand man is Keemo, un delinquente con el gloc en mi hand
es mi vida loca, Im waistin my potential
funky wit the lower eastside fundamentals
lower rides, place between the 5 and the 91, north of Velandra
I was wit my su-man, my former kung-fu man
my name, Mr. Ives,( who the mothafuck are you man?)
well, ima roll this grica to let me fingers twitch
cause the lower eastsides up in this bithc adn...
[Chorus]
I got homeys on the south side
I know some vatos on the east side
west side homeys wanna g-ride
were bringin up the lower eastside
[3rd Verse]
Well let me think now
what do I wanna play
I got some homeys a hop skip a jump away
where I can always go and catch me a slug fest(what?)
tengo familia all the way up in the midwest
well let me come back around the grounds where I lounge
the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds
thats where the homeys will be kickin it
(hey yo thats the N-double guera-5, isnt?)right
shh, escucha, here comes the man
but I know these streets like the back of my hand
so while the swiney guy be lookin around
I be flippin a frown, as I pump my shi
because, the cuffs wont click
the charges wont stick
I wonder when these people gonna get the fuck up off my dick
theres nowhere you could ever take a drag boy
because I break putos of drive-bys
just a twist of the cap from the 40 in my lap
wanna scrap we scrap
wanna blast Im strapped
tell me...
[Chorus x4]
[music fades til end]
[ Lower Eastside Lyrics ]