Artist: Slow Pain
Album:  Definition of Brown 2
Song:   Eastside/Westside
Typed by: bigdaddy@brownpride.com

(Oohh)
(Yeah)
(Ha)
(Ha Ha)
(Oooff)

[Slow Pain]
Banging with all my Japan lowriders eastsiders, westsiders 
Shoot calling like a the who riders 
From LA to Japan gangster funk in my trunk 
Puffing on a joint in slump 
Slow Pain the pimp the player the O.G. 
Throw your hands up if you's a homie, don't you know me 
Chilling in a 64' Impala top dollar 
The big baller, concerts from coast to coast twenty grand 
Rockefeller pimp with the mike in my hand 
Pistol grip pump on my lap everyday 
Baler wear clothes cause I got to parley 
LA Dodgers normals on the mound 
Clowning info coco with that G sound 
Slowly bouncing up the street in my money lowride 
From the eastside to the westside

Slow Pain Chorus:
The eastside to the westside 
In my lowride 
Throwing up signs (Uh hu) 
The eastside to the westside 
In my lowride 
Throwing up signs 
The eastside to the westside in my lowride 
Throwing up signs 
The eastside to the westside 
In my lowride 
Throwing up signs.

[Slow Pain]
I'm a crock cruising down town Tokyo 
In my 80 thousand dollar low low 
Nagoys in the Box took a trip down to Sendai 
Filling fl-y homie wh-y try to lean to the left like I do 
Money that's my life so fool I'm staying true
G-Spot studios keep banging hits 
And  don't stop and it don't quit 
Can I get a hey for them hoes I left in LA 
Like Ice Cube said It was a good day 
Homie were you from 
Homie what you need 
I got fat ass raps and fat ass beats 
Don't sleep on the worldwide westside 
The worldwide eastside 
The worldwide Lowride 
I mean the J-A-P-A-N lowrider mag in the SS rag 
Cacs on sag, twist a sig sag 
Walk around the stage with the 40 in the bag 
Ain't nothing popping but I party all the time 
Japan's got the money and the moneys all mine 

Chorus: 1X
(Uh hu)
(That's right)
(LA to Japan)
(Eastside to the Westside)
(Slow Pain)
(The baby O. G.)
(My house)

[Slow Pain]
Hit the car show throw your hands in the air 
And wave them all around like you just don't care 
On my cell phone, gots to call home
Tripping on this Benzo sitting on chrome 
Signing autographs taking thousands of pictures 
Counting in I'm getting richer 
Slow Pain t-shirts 
Slow Pain hats 
Slow Pain CD's pockets getting fat 
Still Saturday night Balling 
Rock the crowd so they all yes yallin 
Camcorder out backstage making movies 
Fine ass honeys calling out want to do me
Hit em' front, back, side to side
And my nigga played his Chevy lowride 
We going to dip, trip, slip and slide
From the eastside to the Westside 

Chorus: 1X