Yeah, yeah, yeah Eastside just like everytime Handing out my mixtape with a neck brace Do it the Jet way Vintage Chevys Doors I close these hoes can't forget me Section 8, stretch them out professionally Wanna lay up and nestle with me Build connections with me, but love you'll never catch me I'm on the west the next day As my indo grow on the hammock Sampling some of the potentest plants ever grown Mainstream I'm known but underground my home Low ride but I'm high off the bone See I'm more like both Cheech and Chong Plus my money long As the Supreme line when they got a drop on Thursday morn All on the strength of these rap songs And they try to say the boom-bap gone Spitta turn the sound back on Mothfucker yeah that's your day in the zone Everytime I light up another zone Yeah, yeah, yeah Andretti Sucka ass niggas ain't ready Never compare me And they try to say the boom-bap gone Hot Spitta turn that sound back on And they try to say the boom-bap gone La da da da da da Eastside