[Intro: Lil KeKe Loco]
Awww yeah, East Coast is in the muthafuccin' house, Big Duce from 6-Duece on deck, yeah, y’know what I'm sayin'!
[Chorus/Hook]
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im’ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
[Verse 1 Duces Wild/Big Duce]
It's like torture, comin' out the mind wit' the gang tip, Big Duce is the muthafucka, that's makin’ the slobs slip
Swan and Jerry, who’ll soon be bumped off, take 'em to the hood, pop the trunk, and hes dumped off
The Coast & OG Duce, is straight on a kill path, The Coast is smokin’ chicken [?] Compton ass
Your mama is broke, Duce won, got the right blow
The biggest gang in the world from first street to 1-9-0
Tied around my head, holdin' braids, is a blue rag The other color dead to me, is a fag-tag
Now livin' in the hood, the homies call you a joke-sta, but I dont give a fuck, this still East Coasta Rollin' in my Caddy, on a Swayhook side creep, the Milk-Shake bustas, punk, 77 street, steady dyin’, and fallin' and crawlin', screamin' for help
Slang these Dogs like ice: they just melt
Try to test my stamina, a slob made gumbo, twice my size but still got beat though
My minds always thinkin' its time for a slob bath, huh, and to the homie like me: Its big cash
Hell to the Harlems & The 60's Crip, yo
The 40's Rollin' O's, Rollin' 100s, the 9-0's
Down as fuck, and they can't be called busta's
I tell ya everybody, its hard to be a East Coast Locsta
[Chrous/Hook]
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
[Verse 2: Lil' Squee Bas]
Hittin' corners fast, now its the time to drop
When time on my ass, I got the bodies in my trunk
I don't give a fuck 'bout you gettin' hard
I'm 'bout to send these Snoop niggas, straight to the morgue
So what? you niggas tryna blast me?
Ain't nothin' poppin' when a nigga from the '6 street
They try to put in some work, they tried to fade me, but little did they know I hadda .9 in my seat
Strapped when I roll through yo hood, you give it up
So, watch out for The Coast 'cause the niggas do it the most
As big as I, X keepin' yo ass in check, blast yo ass, and step yo babies fuckin' neck
See it's a trip, niggas ain't down bullshit, 6th street niggas ain't the niggas to fool wit'
'Cause my mind is sick, wit' the triple 6, 6th street niggas, love rapin' bitches
Constantly, constantly, constantly runnin' metro
Fuck all bitches, and you stupid ass hoes
Lil' Squee ain't no muthafuccin' joka', just a 76 East Coast Locsta
[Chorus/Hook]
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
[Verse 3: Duces Wild/Big Duce]
They say the color is dead, but its surrounded by Blue Skys, where one Crip rest in peace, six slobs lie
You think you hard, you better ride on another, fuck wit' The Coast and Paybacks a motha-
Talkin' to you Tony Blo, you punk-ass bitch
What gave ya the notion, to turn around and switch
Don't have no pride, you don't even have no ego
You turned slob, just like it was legal
You used to bang, just like it was no thang
When you was claimin' the Top Of The Most Gang
I remember on 78th and Main, you shot a Swan, right in the brain
Talkin' to you Tony Blo, don't lie, you was there, and Two months later, was seen up pushin' a wheel chair
You did good, a hell of a remova', they turned around and blamed it on the Hoovers
Blo, you think I'm trippin', when I catch ya punk-ass slippin'
See checc, you gonna end up a Campanella home reject
You [?] and Jerry, was slobbin' in ya system
You gonna die, as if you were a [?]
Punk ass Sway in my path, and I ghost her, come across a Sway ass bitch and I roast her
Take my .9 out my side-trap-holster
I tell ya everybody its hard to be an East Coast Locsta
[Chorus/Hook]
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
[Verse 4: Lil' Squee Bas]
First street to 1-9-0, East side, East coast
Yea, It's the muthafuckin' gang, who do it the most
I'm that muthafucka' they call Lil' Squee, from the East side neighborhood, 76 street
I say what's up to my nigga Lil' E Wacc and all the G's that used to C shack
Well Im'ma kick it like this, here's a lil' tale from a young ass 6
Sittin' in the muthafuckin shack, black jump up, and say what's up on the sack
So my nigga Lil' [?] look outside, here come [?] up in a ride, now
So we piles in the muthafuckin' 'lac
We bank to the spot to get the bomb ass sack
A fool trynna' blast but he's out his mind
Because the homie Wee-Bone at the back seat with a TEC-9
So Wee-Bone blast and he drop em'
I jump out with the brass knuckles and I straight mopped em'
The fool was on the ground and he lost his grillz
Laying on his back, cause his cap was peeled, now
Everybody know where he was from, he was "some dumb, bubbleyum bubblegum"
By niggas straight smellin' like dookie, let em' no pitty, this is East coast city
[Chorus/Hook]
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
[Hook: Duces Wild/Big Duce]
Oh yea, East coast is in the muthafuckin' house
We got first street to 1 muthafuckin' 9-0
N.H muthafuckin C, E.C., B.C. yea boy
Thanks KeKe Loco, from hell up in muthafuckin' Harlem Crip
We got Harlem muthafuckin' Crips in the house, yea
But you still know what time it is
[Chorus/Hook]
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
(this is how we do it when we checkin a grip)
(Aww yeah) Im'ma East Coast Locsta
[Outro: Lil' Squee Bas/Big Duce]
Niggas it's Lil' Squee Bastard, from 76 East side muthafuckin' East coast Crip
With my homie from Harlem muthafucka', Lil' Rat, Lil' Ham
Nigga, what's happenin' cuz
Yea what's up big [?], what's up Lil' [?], what's up [?]
You understand what I'm saying?
East coast is on deck, straight from the 9-2, yea baby
