Milk ‘N’ Honey Tha Eastsidaz (Ft. Bamm (Rapper))
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[Verse 1: Tray Deee]
Nappy heads, free lunches, food stamps; how we come up
Represent the set, disrespect and we nut up
Run up on a motherfucker strapped or not
And once we ride, we ain't hiding we at the spot
Flipping sacks, hitting Yak, for the bread and meat
Either take off a space off and scared to eat
And I was taught from the start have heart, have money
I have to live lovely if I have to make it ugly
[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
I'm smashing the game bossed out
Never trip, kept my head up, man the homies flossed out
Eastside thang fool back on that ass
It don't stop you know we always making cash
Stash spot on deck, police come no sweet
'Serve there ass Goldie so they never forget'
Kick on kak while a nigga rip rhymes stay banging on that motherfucking mad ass Eastside
[Chorus: Bamm]
Roll 'em, smoke 'em, make that money
On the Eastside, land of milk and honey
Bull rag idol 'round the 'K
Bang those blue shoes straight away
We tip, we crip, were fly
Straight to the spot, yeah we ride
We toss that throwaway
Bang those blue shoes straight away
Nappy heads, free lunches, food stamps; how we come up
Represent the set, disrespect and we nut up
Run up on a motherfucker strapped or not
And once we ride, we ain't hiding we at the spot
Flipping sacks, hitting Yak, for the bread and meat
Either take off a space off and scared to eat
And I was taught from the start have heart, have money
I have to live lovely if I have to make it ugly
[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
I'm smashing the game bossed out
Never trip, kept my head up, man the homies flossed out
Eastside thang fool back on that ass
It don't stop you know we always making cash
Stash spot on deck, police come no sweet
'Serve there ass Goldie so they never forget'
Kick on kak while a nigga rip rhymes stay banging on that motherfucking mad ass Eastside
[Chorus: Bamm]
Roll 'em, smoke 'em, make that money
On the Eastside, land of milk and honey
Bull rag idol 'round the 'K
Bang those blue shoes straight away
We tip, we crip, were fly
Straight to the spot, yeah we ride
We toss that throwaway
Bang those blue shoes straight away
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