Slow Pain

Slow Pain - Eastside/Westside lyrics

rate me

(Oohh)

(Yeah)

(Ha)

(Ha Ha)

(Oooff)

[Slow Pain]

Banging with all my Japan lowriders eastsiders, westsiders

Shoot calling like a the who riders

From LA to Japan gangster funk in my trunk

Puffing on a joint in slump

Slow Pain the pimp the player the O.G.

Throw your hands up if you's a homie, don't you know me

Chilling in a 64' Impala top dollar

The big baller, concerts from coast to coast twenty grand

Rockefeller pimp with the mike in my hand

Pistol grip pump on my lap everyday

Baler wear clothes cause I got to parley

LA Dodgers normals on the mound

Clowning info coco with that G sound

Slowly bouncing up the street in my money lowride

From the eastside to the westside

[Slow Pain Chorus:]

The eastside to the westside

In my lowride

Throwing up signs (Uh hu)

The eastside to the westside

In my lowride

Throwing up signs

The eastside to the westside in my lowride

Throwing up signs

The eastside to the westside

In my lowride

Throwing up signs.

[Slow Pain]

I'm a crock cruising down town Tokyo

In my 80 thousand dollar low low

Nagoys in the Box took a trip down to Sendai

Filling fl-y homie wh-y try to lean to the left like I do

Money that's my life so fool I'm staying true

G-Spot studios keep banging hits

And don't stop and it don't quit

Can I get a hey for them hoes I left in LA

Like Ice Cube said It was a good day

Homie were you from

Homie what you need

I got fat ass raps and fat ass beats

Don't sleep on the worldwide westside

The worldwide eastside

The worldwide Lowride

I mean the J-A-P-A-N lowrider mag in the SS rag

Cacs on sag, twist a sig sag

Walk around the stage with the 40 in the bag

Ain't nothing popping but I party all the time

Japan's got the money and the moneys all mine

[Chorus: x1]

(Uh hu)

(That's right)

(LA to Japan)

(Eastside to the Westside)

(Slow Pain)

(The baby O. G.)

(My house)

[Slow Pain]

Hit the car show throw your hands in the air

And wave them all around like you just don't care

On my cell phone, gots to call home

Tripping on this Benzo sitting on chrome

Signing autographs taking thousands of pictures

Counting in I'm getting richer

Slow Pain t-shirts

Slow Pain hats

Slow Pain CD's pockets getting fat

Still Saturday night Balling

Rock the crowd so they all yes yallin

Camcorder out backstage making movies

Fine ass honeys calling out want to do me

Hit em' front, back, side to side

And my nigga played his Chevy lowride

We going to dip, trip, slip and slide

From the eastside to the Westside

[Chorus: x1]

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