Letras
I just woke up, thank God it's Friday
Fire up the lac and hit the highway
Pulled in the car wash, so we can hit them whitewall tires
Sedan DeVille sitting on L.A. Wires
And it's got to be eighty degrees
I got a check in my pocket for fifteen G's
Hit the first interstate, now I'm straight
Stop at the record store to pick me up an old school tape
Back in my ride, see the spin of the tires
Kid Frost rolling, bumping "Earth, Wind, & Fire"
It feels good holding fifteen grand
So I parked the Sedan and I strolled into Greenspan's
Give me a pair of your 50-30
Cascades, Cortez and a jet-black hoodie
Headed back home and got G'd-up, fool
It's an eastside rendezvous, yeah, yeah
Come on and roll with me, on that late night rendezvous
Come on and roll with me, like them OG's do
Come on and roll with me, on that late night rendezvous
Come on and roll with me, like them gangstas do
Now, who be that brand new daddy of the year
I swear, baby we gonna take you there
It's me, that eastside G y'all never heard of
With A.L.T. and them folks getting much love
Through the neighborhoods, through the city
Woofers in the back bumping 'Do-Wah-Ditty', yeah
Drop a line to them hookers for their info
Pack them smokes, LA capping with them khacks low
Cause we some true player, bandits
Got them hynas at the hotel and they can't stand it
I got that sexual healing on them
36-double-deuce-36 and I'm feeling on them
Ooh-E, I see, she got it going on like a true Miss G
But I'm a stay true, P-I-M-P from the eastside
Come on and roll with me, on that late night rendezvous
Come on and roll with me, like them OG's do
Come on and roll with me, on that late night rendezvous
Come on and roll with me, like them gangstas do
Now it's Friday night and everything's alright
So just sit back, relax and enjoy the flight
It's A.L.T. hitting corners in the '63
And I'm straight rendezvous-in' through the S-G-V