Yeah, yeah, I'm from motherf*ckin Eastside, west coast where you at, came from the jungle
To the concrete slab My bitch bad she a cancer, she move to the
Rhythm of the motherf*ckin' dancer, ask her I don't need your delusion, I rock to the
Rhythm of the music One step, two step, we gon' get it on
Three step, four step, she gon' put it on
She about five feet in them heels
Two door coupe and we out to the hills I ain't never been in love with no white
Girl Sippin' on tea, roll her hair in a tight curl
Lord knows where we boutta be, thick girl eat at Jollibee's
Yeah, two days in this sweater and I'm steady in this Stu
Tryna make another banger, we took a trip to the zoo
Hold my drink while I pull your seat The suit is black, the cologne is creed
Her heels is red, she got some bloody feet I don't think you hear me, I like the way she eat
From the baked chicken to the collard greens Gushy gushy I like that mac and cheese
And after that, she on her ass and knees Lord, I plead that you never see
I love this woman from her head to feet And she all I need, she cook the best
What the f*ck am I eatin' next? As she look at me
Boy, you know I got that mac and cheese And I'm lookin' at her with these buckled knees
And I'm lookin' at her like she a freak But I know she love me, what more you need
And after that, I'm gonna f*ckin' pee Cause you don't really want no tract infection
Hold my drink while I whip the V The Civic doin' 123
And I hit the curb and I started breathin' I can't believe this is all a dream
Yeah, hold up, what the f*ck? Yo, where the f*ck am I at
Oh shit, what the f*ck? Yo, I'm in New York
Yeah, yeah, I'm from motherf*ckin' Eastside West Coast, where you at
Came from the jungle to the concrete slab My bitch bad, she a cancer
She move to the rhythm of the motherf*ckin' cancer
Ask her, I don't need your delusion I rock to the rhythm of the music
One step, two step, we gon' get it on Three step, four step, she gon' put it on
It's Queens, ay oh Let me tell you it's Queens
Let me tell you what's good Let me hear you say A-O
A-O, let me hear you, A-O One, two, it's Queens, let's go
Young Casta - Eastside Lyrics
Young Casta - Eastside Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, I'm from motherf*ckin Eastside, west coast where you at, came from the jungle
To the concrete slab My bitch bad she a cancer, she move to the
Rhythm of the motherf*ckin' dancer, ask her I don't need your delusion, I rock to the
Rhythm of the music One step, two step, we gon' get it on
Three step, four step, she gon' put it on
She about five feet in them heels
Two door coupe and we out to the hills I ain't never been in love with no white
Girl Sippin' on tea, roll her hair in a tight curl
Lord knows where we boutta be, thick girl eat at Jollibee's
Yeah, two days in this sweater and I'm steady in this Stu
Tryna make another banger, we took a trip to the zoo
Hold my drink while I pull your seat The suit is black, the cologne is creed
Her heels is red, she got some bloody feet I don't think you hear me, I like the way she eat
From the baked chicken to the collard greens Gushy gushy I like that mac and cheese
And after that, she on her ass and knees Lord, I plead that you never see
I love this woman from her head to feet And she all I need, she cook the best
What the f*ck am I eatin' next? As she look at me
Boy, you know I got that mac and cheese And I'm lookin' at her with these buckled knees
And I'm lookin' at her like she a freak But I know she love me, what more you need
And after that, I'm gonna f*ckin' pee Cause you don't really want no tract infection
Hold my drink while I whip the V The Civic doin' 123
And I hit the curb and I started breathin' I can't believe this is all a dream
Yeah, hold up, what the f*ck? Yo, where the f*ck am I at
Oh shit, what the f*ck? Yo, I'm in New York
Yeah, yeah, I'm from motherf*ckin' Eastside West Coast, where you at
Came from the jungle to the concrete slab My bitch bad, she a cancer
She move to the rhythm of the motherf*ckin' cancer
Ask her, I don't need your delusion I rock to the rhythm of the music
One step, two step, we gon' get it on Three step, four step, she gon' put it on
It's Queens, ay oh Let me tell you it's Queens
Let me tell you what's good Let me hear you say A-O
A-O, let me hear you, A-O One, two, it's Queens, let's go
To the concrete slab My bitch bad she a cancer, she move to the
Rhythm of the motherf*ckin' dancer, ask her I don't need your delusion, I rock to the
Rhythm of the music One step, two step, we gon' get it on
Three step, four step, she gon' put it on
She about five feet in them heels
Two door coupe and we out to the hills I ain't never been in love with no white
Girl Sippin' on tea, roll her hair in a tight curl
Lord knows where we boutta be, thick girl eat at Jollibee's
Yeah, two days in this sweater and I'm steady in this Stu
Tryna make another banger, we took a trip to the zoo
Hold my drink while I pull your seat The suit is black, the cologne is creed
Her heels is red, she got some bloody feet I don't think you hear me, I like the way she eat
From the baked chicken to the collard greens Gushy gushy I like that mac and cheese
And after that, she on her ass and knees Lord, I plead that you never see
I love this woman from her head to feet And she all I need, she cook the best
What the f*ck am I eatin' next? As she look at me
Boy, you know I got that mac and cheese And I'm lookin' at her with these buckled knees
And I'm lookin' at her like she a freak But I know she love me, what more you need
And after that, I'm gonna f*ckin' pee Cause you don't really want no tract infection
Hold my drink while I whip the V The Civic doin' 123
And I hit the curb and I started breathin' I can't believe this is all a dream
Yeah, hold up, what the f*ck? Yo, where the f*ck am I at
Oh shit, what the f*ck? Yo, I'm in New York
Yeah, yeah, I'm from motherf*ckin' Eastside West Coast, where you at
Came from the jungle to the concrete slab My bitch bad, she a cancer
She move to the rhythm of the motherf*ckin' cancer
Ask her, I don't need your delusion I rock to the rhythm of the music
One step, two step, we gon' get it on Three step, four step, she gon' put it on
It's Queens, ay oh Let me tell you it's Queens
Let me tell you what's good Let me hear you say A-O
A-O, let me hear you, A-O One, two, it's Queens, let's go
Writer: carlos rodriguez
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