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East West Drink Me

will weep 'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep Personal Take it personal I ain't East coast, West coast, new style or old style You wanna know about me

'em up reach Now where's all the money at? Where you at? Where you at? Put 'em up, reach, put 'em up reach (Yeah) North, south, to the east, to the west

even sleep, how the fuck could I dream right? Chorus: Yeah, yeah! And you keep telling me things are getting better, Yeah, yeah! But I'mma do me, you

smack niggaz that's in the Slaughterhouse This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above I'm from Chi, I went to Cali, niggaz gave me love

shit you know From the East side bitch Oakland You say it ain't cool, shit ain't stopping me And ain't too many rappers toppin' me You say bullshit

Don't be scared of me Come on over here and let Bubba infect you From the slums the east of Athens to the plains in North Lagrange, Bubba K can stumble

knock, knock East, west, north, south, beating on down your block, block Lloyd, check, Luda, check, turn it up, make it knock, knock East, west, north

this, I like this, I like that, I like that I like this, I like this, I like that, I like that My only grandfather DJ Afrika Bambaata Sat me down and told me

? Nothing but the mack in me (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (Nothin