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For the Southsiders
For the Eastsiders
For the Westsiders
For the Gangstas
For the Eastsiders
For the Westsiders
For the Southsiders
For the Gangstas
[Verse 1: Allmothug]
Coming from the West you stay lowkey
We got palm trees good weed and hella fiends
What you banging cuh?
You Southside Northside what you claiming cuh?
Welcome to the West tomorrow’s questioned
Murdered by your kind with no hesitation
That’s the life that we living
Cuz we tripping over colors
Tripping over colors
Lost my brother over colors
Now I’m hurting over colors
Momma crying over colors
Poppa angry over colors
Homies scared of these colors
Kids fearing over colors
Building hate for these colors
Fucking hate all these colors
Getting shot over colors
Getting checked over colors
Life or death over colors
Can't escape all these colors
Future based on these colors
Over come all these colors
Sacred pain cuz these colors
[Chorus]
For the Southsiders
For the Eastsiders
For the Westsiders
For the Gangstas
For the Eastsiders
For the Westsiders
For the Southsiders
For the Gangstas
[Verse 2: Allmothug]
Got my chucks on West Coast muthafucka
With my white tee hair done muthafucka
Got the gs from the city and the playas from the town
It’s a Bay Thang it’s a Cali thang now
To the homies locked up to the homies that’s dead
Fuck the policecorrupt system instead
We got young kids banging red or blue
Limited with options cuz they stick us in a war zone
Trap us in the projects with no role models
Junkies drugs guns bottles you know its all trouble
Til my last breath I'm a project baby
Til my last breath I’m a product of poverty
Til my last breath still sucka free
Til my last breath it’s still fuck the police
Til my last breath fuck George Gascon
I said til my last breath fuck George Gascon
[Chorus]
For the Southsiders
For the Eastsiders
For the Westsiders
For the Gangstas
For the Eastsiders
For the Westsiders
For the Southsiders
For the Gangstas