Delinquent Habits Lower East Side Lyrics

In this little session of the promised land
where I lounge
wit my homeys and i'm freakin' my friend
I gots
the 6-shoota' down to my side
sittin' in the
ride
pop it in drive, i'm rolling through the east
side
lower, slower, down for the dip
now hold up,
check teh sound flip that b____
there's a party
goin' on swingin' all night long
they come from
mile around to see me freak their flong
but if a
sucka' wanna trip struttin' up beat
i got a gang
of hounds to make 'em pop teeth
i now this crazy-a__
fool, bringin' old sasson
i got the brass for your
a__,
homeboy thought you knew that...

Chorus:
I got homies on the south side
I know some vatos on the
east side
some my homies wanna g-ride
we're
brining up the lower eastside (x2)

Los Delinquentes,
trippin' up the place i hang
hey, it's the guera
loco wit the way i swang
see i be rollin through this
_____
and my right hand man is Keemo, un delinquente con el
gloc en mihand
es mi vida loca, i'm wastin my
potential
funky wit the lower eastside fundamentals
lower rides, place between the 5 and the 91, north of
Velandra
I was wit my su-man, my former kung-fu man
my
name, Mr. Ives,( who the motha'f___ are you man?)
well, i'ma roll this grica to let me fingers twitch
'cause the lower eastside's up in this b____
and...

Chorus

Well let me think now
what do i wanna play
i got some homies a hop skip a jump
away
where i can always go and catch me a slug
fest(what?)
tengo familia all the way up in teh midwest
well let me come back around the grounds where i lounge
the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds
that's
where teh homeys will be kickin' it
(hey yo
that's the N-double guera-5, isn't?)right
shh,
escucha, here comes teh man
but i know these streets like
the back of my hand
so while the swiney guy be lookin'
around
i be flippin' a frown, as i pump my s___
because, the cuffs won't click
the charges
won't stick
i wonder when these people gonna get the
f___ up off my d___
there's nowhere you could ever
take a drag boy
because i break putos of drive-bys
just a twist of the cap from the 40 in my lap
wanna scrap
we scrap
wanna blast i'm strapped
tell me

chorus (reapeat 4x)