Habits Delinquent Lower Eastside 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 bitch
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-ass fool, bringin` old sasson
i got the brass for your ass,
homeboy thought you knew that...

Chorus:
I got homeys on the south side
I know some vatos on the east side
some my homeys 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 mi hand
es mi vida loca, i`m waistin 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`fuck are you man?)
well, i`ma roll this grica to let me fingers twitch
`cause the lower eastside`s up in this bitch and...

Chorus

Well let me think now
what do i wanna play
i got some homeys 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 shi
because, the cuffs won`t click
the charges won`t stick
i wonder when these people gonna get the fuck up off my dick
there`s nowhere you could ever take a drag boy
because i break putos of drive-bys
just a twist of teh cap from the 40 in my lap
wanna scrap we scrap
wanna blast i`m strapped
tell me...

chorus (reapeat 4x)