east coast. Girls on the west coast, girls on the east coast. Girls on the west coast, girls on the east coast. Girls on the west coast, girls on the east
to be It's never no way to be [verse 2] There's a macho man who drives a Trans Am Looking good he knows he'll get away with Just about anything that
' out my other ear 'Cause to show us there's a devil in hell, I'm still here to go first But not least from the East or Revere 'Cause that's the last
to get grown, drive slow, homie" Drive slow, homie Drive slow You never know, homie About these hoes homie You need to pump your brakes And drive slow
I lost my memory In a cab back in the city It's somewhere off of Lexington Just something that the east coast does to me Makes me forget who I am Well
And lead me into the night Please drive away the light 'Cause I've been blinded by glitter and gold My eyes need to rest from this light and sleep well at night I traveled east
dirt east and leave a terrible migraine Let her blow, let her blow Whisper me things that I don't know Let her blow, let her blow Let her blow away
But I had no idea how long it'd take There ain't a tree, no there ain't a rock Nothing on that horizon to block The sad view of my baby driving away
so damn long You can see it when an old timer tells a joke You don't smile, you just keep playing dominoes And drink your coffee 30 miles to the east
Driving 'way to the east and into the past History recedes in my rear view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at
'ma floss like that I got scrilla Come try to take it, you're fuckin' with a guerrilla I got a watch you can see from a block away I got a chain you'll
take it away But the memory still remains All the past years not so stange Our winter times are Like a silent shroud And the heartbeat of the day Drives the mist away
35 I dont bang, I hustle but still I'm certified last n-gga who shot I heard he died cause my address is 187 East Murder Drive all the pain in the my
the East side Some my homeys wanna G-ride We're brining up the lower Eastside I got homeys on the South side I know some vat's on the East side Some
you would a seen me you'd a said that was the bionic man Yeah I was born, this brother had got away Just up the block at my homeboy's hide away Bang on
Its Callin My Name I Hear Em Bouncin Off The Walls Trying To Drive Me Insane I Think Its Time For Ya'll To Stop Foolin Your Self Released From The East
stay beneath And suffocate hoes like you while y'all asleep Now where it's going down, right here, right now And everybody on the North, East, West and
We will be driving in little time bombs everywhere One a seat in a skyscraper with aluminum hair therre'll be someone downstairs Collecting all our names