[Hook]
88 Box, mounted up like a truck, it's a
88 Box, mounted up like a, eighty-, eighty-
88 Box, mounted up like a truck
It's a eastside thing, nigga, put your sides up
Eastside thing, east-, eastside thing, nigga
Eastside thing, nigga, put your sides up
Eastside thing, east-, eastside thing, nigga
Eastside thing, nigga, put your sides up
[Verse 1]
Eastside, eastside, yeah, Juice from eastside
88 Box same color as Popeye's
Busting fifty bricks, so my muscles like Popeye
Bouldercrest shawty and still selling cream pies
Post up on the mountain, add fifty to the small fry
Zone 6 up high, six fingers in the sky
Pull up to your trap, donk same color as the sky
Young Juiceman and I'll never tell a damn lie
Three phone Chevys about the same color as tie dye
Flip-flop paint got your girlfriend 'bout to cry
Swag through the mall, plug, yeah, I'm spending hundreds
By the end of the day, Juice gon' punch some numbers
That's that crazy swag, got your girl like the jumper
Gold grill, dog, and my spot doing numbers
Swing my front door, "Goddamn, Juice, you funky"
Young Juiceman, smoking pounds of that funky
88 Box, mounted up like a truck, it's a
88 Box, mounted up like a, eighty-, eighty-
88 Box, mounted up like a truck
It's a eastside thing, nigga, put your sides up
Eastside thing, east-, eastside thing, nigga
Eastside thing, nigga, put your sides up
Eastside thing, east-, eastside thing, nigga
Eastside thing, nigga, put your sides up
[Verse 1]
Eastside, eastside, yeah, Juice from eastside
88 Box same color as Popeye's
Busting fifty bricks, so my muscles like Popeye
Bouldercrest shawty and still selling cream pies
Post up on the mountain, add fifty to the small fry
Zone 6 up high, six fingers in the sky
Pull up to your trap, donk same color as the sky
Young Juiceman and I'll never tell a damn lie
Three phone Chevys about the same color as tie dye
Flip-flop paint got your girlfriend 'bout to cry
Swag through the mall, plug, yeah, I'm spending hundreds
By the end of the day, Juice gon' punch some numbers
That's that crazy swag, got your girl like the jumper
Gold grill, dog, and my spot doing numbers
Swing my front door, "Goddamn, Juice, you funky"
Young Juiceman, smoking pounds of that funky
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