[Chorus]
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\n(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\n(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\n(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\n(Got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
\n
\n[Verse 1]
\nBroke 'em down with the clip and a trigger
\nScreamin' like Eiht, yelling, "Come on, niggas"
\nNappy head motherfuckers in a Coupe de Ville
\nLightin' shit up like Fire Marshal Bill
\nYou see I hops on the flow like my nigga Domino
\nAnd get a big fat sack of yay-ay
\nA ki or a half, a motherfuckin' thang
\nPistol whip a nigga with a AK-ay
\nPeep this, la-di-da-di, I shot up his body
\nLeft his ass bloody in the front of the party
\nYeah, a y-a-young nigga rollin' up out the cut
\nDo a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
\nNiggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G, see
\nI pulls my motherfuckin' UZI
\nAnd spill his brains (Spill his brains), spill his brains (Spill his brains)
\nSpill his brains in his motherfuckin' lap
\nI pulls a jack (Pulls a jack), pulls a jack (Pulls a jack)
\nAnd shoot the heart out his motherfuckin' back
\nI come from 187, not with that ho shit
\nSo nigga, spark up the bomb so we can blow shit (Blow shit)
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\n
\n[Verse 2]
\nComin' up at they ass like Tales of the Crypt, and
\nUz' thing swallow that ass like Lipton, nigga
\nAnd now they try to wonder and figure
\nHow the fuck Charles Manson turned himself to a nigga
\nB-uh-blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel
\nBullets fly in they chest like a motherfuckin' sparrow
\n'Cause we get like Stephen King, bodies swing from my ceiling
\nOpens up your chest when it's time for the cap peelin'
\n'9-4, in the door with a fat gat
\nComin' like this, break 'em down like that
\nThe nigga with the plats and a fat crack sack
\nPo-pos on my back, blow they ass off the map
\nWith the 1-8-7, madman killer
\nSpill a nigga guts for the fuck, 'cause I be—
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\n
\n[Verse 3]
\nIt goes one for the treble but you don't wanna floss
\nUnless you wanna flex with my bitch Nina Ross
\nG-uh-gat that ass with the double deuce Derringer
\nFrom the Bay Area, the pall burier
\nSix niggas carry ya, mama in hysteria
\nWalk up to your motherfuckin' coffin and I stare at ya
\n'Cause you's a dead motherfucker, black
\nAnd you never shoulda fucked with the 187 Fac
\nSo knick knack paddy wack, give a G a gat
\nAnd put some bullets in that ass crack, yeah
\nBreak 'em down with the MAC
\nAnd like John Madden '93, boom, he's on his back
\nSpice 1 is a motherfuckin' trooper
\nSo say "what up" to the East Bay Freddy Krueger
\nBlow the head off a motherfuckin' cow
\nWhen my gat go off like a M-1000
\nTake the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G
\n
\n[Outro]
\nRolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
\n(Peace to my motherfuckin' 9)
\nDon't fuck with the East Bay G\n\n
