Norte Sidin' Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Much pride northside of the golden state
It's Woodie wood from the A-N-T-I-O-C-H
Where the crackback's potent and the pigs are deep
For every new batch cooked half the town don't sleep
And I creep in a sixety-nine lark with duals
Barkin' up the block on rallies chrome shinin' like jewels
Swingin' sideways to highways after aimin' for brains with my eyes All dialated swervin' thru lanes
Shit's gone strange but I was up in funk before that
So nothin's really changed in this Yoc life format
Homiez gone or doin' time so the click ain't as deep
But we still norte sidin' ridin' on your bumper with heat
With beat quakin' out the window spittin' yoc life lingo
That shits so tight it makes my ears tingle
A single shot deuce-deuce is all it takes
To rattle up his brains and kill his parents mistake
But I prefer to tuck a tre-five-sev in my nuts
So I can hit 'em with a gutshot f*ckin' 'em up
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[Chorus x2]
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay
Co. Co. county crank and bomb keep the ballaz paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Flared up tearin' it up norte sidin' "ssiiiidin"

[Verse 2]
Yoc influenced what the f*ck does it mean?
It's the reason why I'm cockin' back and blowin' out your spleen
It could mean that you're all about your green and coppin' zitos
And rollin' on the triple golds and vogues and servin' vitos
Them c-notes might have you flossin' with the town sewed up
But hit the county you's a b*tch or snitch
You gettin' rolled up swolled up
So I'm a soldierfied Yoc swinger
A malt liquor drinker a f*ckin' deep thinker
Until I hit that grave better count me as a factor
Cause I ain't never been no shootin' blanks Hollywood actor
Prepared to scrap down as I pound thru this town
Of a hundred thousand people fifty thousand livin' foul
Back in ninety-two only a few of us were ridin'
Ninety-three, who are these fools southsidin'?
Ninety-four we kept the pistol chambers smokin'
Ninety-five they realized the Yoc ain't jokin'
Ninety-six half the homiez moved to slangin'
That's all good but why'd you fools quit bangin?
Ninety-seven f*ck it I ain't even trippin'
Love the homiez i got even more and keep dippin'
Let the record state in ninety-eight shall I die write the words
In my obituary for the northside I served

[Chorus x2]
Livin' in the skirts of the east bay
Co. Co. county crank and bomb keep the ballaz paid
But you can't fade when the soldiers get to ridin'
Flared up tearin' it up norte sidin' "ssiiiidin"

[Ending chorus x2]
Livin' life strapped put a target on a scrap
And I'ma hit a bullseye 'cause it's like that
Woodie's already hated for the fact I'm gang related
F*ck rappin' about that bullshit, been thru too much to fake it