Crooked I

Crooked I - Eastside Story lyrics

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Young nigga, hustling on the corner

Told his mama it’s his way of life

She told him stop, knew that he wasn’t gonna

All she could do is pray at night

Had a homie, knew him since a baby

They called each other A alikes

Hustle together, bitch throwing the jeans

Fitted in they favorite nikes

They had weed, had crack, had speed

They could even get you crystal meth

Had a crew, some dead, some in jail

They the only 2 niggas left

An old man walks by and ask

Why you young brothers dealing death

Old man, we from the school of Hard Knox

And out teachers didn’t give a F, the east side yo

[Chorus]

We struggle hard on this side of the tracks

Watch where you step cause it might hold you back

You can even get snatched up, just like that

Can’t sleep, I gotta worry

But it’s ok, cause it’s my Eastside story

A little girl only 14 years old, doing thangs you don’t wanna know

She got a mother but her money’s always going

To them dudes on the corner though

Mama’s addicted to something evil and wicked

Got evicted just a month ago

Lil girl in a hotel living

Watching her parent become a hoe

She say mama I know you selling your body

She was never one to bite the tongue

Her mother crying, hiding behind lies,

And fear what her daughter might become

They say the fruit don’t fall that far from the tree

She was like a plum

She wasn’t right, but she was just right

You know them johns like them young, the eastside, damn

[Chorus]

We struggle hard on this side of the tracks

Watch where you step cause it might hold you back

You can even get snatched up, just like that

Can’t sleep, I gotta worry

But it’s ok, cause it’s my Eastside story

Old man, standing on the corner where them young niggas make bread

Give them advice, Vietnam vet, came home to a fake leg

Say young brothers, while you out here dealing death

You already know what they said

He ...thinking I’ma pray for em

Thank god that they ain’t dead

He saw a hooker in front of the hotel

Fuck without her I’ll be just fine

She said old man I got just what you need

A soft bed and some good wine

He took his change off his pupils...this dude looks blind

He looked past her, right to her daughter

Said how much for a good time, I’m from the eastside.

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