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Yeah
One, two, turn the beat up (Yeah)
Where the motherfucking dogs at, nigga? (Yeah)
Uh-huh
Coming with big game that'll flip shit
Hit your frame (Move something)
Trying to hit this thing while the beat just
Splits your brain (Bitch, move something)
Real niggas in here, up your lighter (Lighter)
Bitches in here, keep it quiet, huh (Quiet)
'Cause yellow niggas be them rolling boulders
Body grip our shoulders, shaped like Coca-Cola
I'm seeing your daughter
Open-toed shoes with the pinky ring nails painted, ah, so cute
Now (Bitch), tell you what I want you to do (Don't get offended)
Bitch, tell you what I want you to do (Uh)
Shaped like the end of the month bill was due
Break a leg like a single drop of sweat was a bruise in you
Get wet 'cause your hubby, he's a pretender
And the sound of my voice alone, he should remember (Yeah)
Yeah, it's Sox, I say hello (Hi)
My afrodis breed Velcro eyes
My broad stay stuck, I don't give a fuck
Prefer if hoes keep they eyes closed when they suck (Yo)
The greatest trick he played (Uh), was that he never existed
My business (Ah), number one on your hit list
Like weight, sign, and who he spit with
She can tell by the way that he tipped it, bitch (Now come on)
I'm just moving on up to the east side of things, what?
My pager just keeps on burning up
Why you wanna cut?
Just moving on up to the east side of things, what?
My pager just keeps on burning up (Where the
Motherfucking dogs at? Over there, nigga)
Why you wanna cut?
Yo, I walk up in the party unannounced
Straight off my horseback with my two guns on the mount
I'm like, "Whoa, easy horsey"
Grab the strap so no one easily off me
It's sundown, nigga, and it's time to draw
I heat up your whole town on an ironing board (Yeah)
Hold 'em up the same way I do my money
Cops, here's a blueprint on what to do to hunt me
You need dogs that'll sniff through the fog
You need little kids that'll snitch in the mall
You need that bitch that suck dick when I call (Oh)
So when she blow me, y'all come when I'm hard
It get dirty, y'all, so apply the vacuum
And call off the search for the spy that shagged you (Get him)
I'm in a go-go where them hoes'll lap you
I'm in them four-doors where them
Bros'll clap you (Let 'em know, dawg)
Moving on up to the east side of things, what?
My pager just keeps on burning up
Why you wanna cut? (Nigga, I'm just moving)
On up to the east side of things, what? (Let 'em know)
My pager just keeps on burning up (Yeah)
Why you wanna cut? (Come on)
Walk in the club full of BBLs
Saukrated up, broads going like CD sales
It's obvious chicks are tipsy
Soc scheming in the corner while he sips the whiskey
Red by the bar straight sizing hoes up
Takes a long puff from the piff he blows up
A big cloud in the open air
I said, "I'm sorry, sir, there's no smoking here"
(Who are you?) I'm Nipsey, the bar proprietor
The waitress in the gray dress, I hired her
Because she trained with the special forces
Took karate classes and wrestling courses (Who are you?)
A big broad's where she packs the hardware
So y'all need to proceed with care like God's here (Who are you?)
And keep it clean like sex from waist up
'Cause y'all boys ain't 'bout to tear my place up, nah
Moving on up to the east side of things, what?
My pager just keeps on burning up
Why you wanna cut? (Nigga, I'm just moving)
On up to the east side of things, what? (Let 'em know)
My pager just keeps on burning up (Yeah)
Why you wanna cut? (Come on)
Ah, yes, what's that sound?
Must be that nigga Saukrates in town (Yeah)
Still show-gunning up the six-four running
With your broad waiting and I eased uptown (Yeah)
Hoes say, "Soc, you a little moody, man"
Y'all let duty hang, drop it in the pootie tang, nigga, you be vain
I grind in denim for a whole week
The one who put the def in venom for a whole breed of killers
Man, it's ridiculous how the precipitous flow just rain on parades
Keep your one-twos, I bang on charades (Yeah)
Hit you with a visual, will end in your days (Yeah)
In six dangerous ways, pick a phrase
Out the book of Damien, damn, he crazy
The antique roadshow couldn't appraise me
Diamonds twinkle, I shine, that's how they raised me
Moving
On up to the east side of things, what? (Yeah)
My pager just keeps on burning up
Why you wanna cut? (Bitch, I'm just moving)
On up to the east side of things, what? (Yeah)
My pager just keeps on burning up
Why you wanna cut? (Killa House, bitch)
On up to the east side of things, what?
My pager just keeps on burning up
Why you wanna cut?