Snoop:

Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all

it's the first annual G, nigga, and all my Doggs

are invited, so go and enlight it

cause it's the first time in a long time (right)

Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in '85

when the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride

on motherfuckers like it was the thing to do

eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)

You know what the fuck I'm talking about

after party on the lake at the big homie's house

And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun

cause everybody in the house's from two-one...



Tray Deee:

Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started

and you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest

Niggaz coming realer than The Real McCoy

so step with your rap and we bring the noise

It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches

dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches

No snitches allowed inside the crowd

cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang

In to have some fun represent two-one

and bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a...



Snoop:

Yeah, King Park was the location

and the bigga G that was my destination

(We were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me

and L.B.C. into my East Side homies..... (It's like)



Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side's perfect)

Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it)

Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the East Side's perfect)

Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)



tatatata.....



Snoop (Tray):

If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip

(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip)

We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)

and chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)

Strolling through the Park one day

puffing on a fat ass J. with my homie named Tray

Deee tryin' to see if we could put this LBC thing

back together like it was supposed to see



Tray:

Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture

and if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya

Game from the heart, I came from the start

see I was regulating when crackers was the daily's



Snoop:

Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*

And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?)

Ditchin' Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters

While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders



Tray:

And when we bang with the Saints then we ain't no joke

come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke

Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)

and just for a second we're waking 'em up

(continue) Giving up game on his tired ass feet

with a small dedication to two-one street