Back in the days of old times, on the Eastside

Where the G's who ride, and here the rest play

You got to have you a phat knot

Or you would have not

Cuz so everyday I gets no play

Black is the color, color be like blood

place and location destination my hood set

whats up on that dove sack, can I get some love

we are sentimental of an Eastside thug

anyways anyways, as I sip on a beer

I do shed a tear oh its clear oh my dear

many have they hands up, cuz I got some ends

but game recognize game ain't no need to pretend

used to kick it at the shack on Delta the shelter

niggaz walkin by the spot like alka seltzer

plot plot, biz biz, no is no friends

now I got some doe doe, need you no more (what a relief it is)

many muthafuckaz wasn't down from the start

so what you know my first name is like Mark

do me, never, no matter the weather

if you come you best a have your shit together

(Chorus)

There'll come a day, that they'll say

ohh we made a mistake

There'll come a day, that they'll say

ohh we made a mistake

2 Scoops-

Every since we put it down

niggaz wanna come around

down to the shack

since we aren't fuckin wack

but they best a back up and get back in the cut

cuz when I think back to the days, they didn't give a fuck

now niggaz wanna come around and clown in my face

but lookin over yesteryear, they wasn't in the place that I was in

now I bent them corners in my Cutlass

may be a bucket, but fuck it

I'm still on top, and I'm a drop your ass if I have to

gat ya, splat ya up against the wall

small or tall I'm gonna fade you all

niggaz dont know about the muthafuckin Scoop with the 8-ball

in my clutch but I just fuck up shit

everywhere