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    Much Pride Northside of the Golden State
    It's Woodie Wood From the A-n-t-i-o-c-h
    Where the Crack Bags Potent
    And the Pigs Are Deep
    For Every New Batch Could Have to Turn Up the Heat
    And I Creep in a 69 Lark With Duels
    Parkin' Up the Block On Rallies
    Chrome Shinin' Like Jewels
    Swingin Sideways the Highways Up There Aimin' For Brains
    With My Eyes All Dialated Swervin' Through Lanes
    Shits Gone Strange But I Was Up in Funk Before That
    So Nothin's Really Changed in This Yoc Life Format
    Homies Gone Or Doin' Time, So They Puttin It Deep
    We Still Norte Sidin Ridin' On This Side of the Street
    Wakin' Quick and Out the Window Spittin' Yoc Life Lingo
    (That Shit's So Tight It Makes My Ears Tingle)
    A Single Shot Who's Juice? It's All the Tanq'
    Still Rattlin' Up Thiese Crazy Killas Bearin' For State
    But I Prefer to Talk a Tray Five Save On My Nuts
    So I Can Hit 'em With a Gunshot Fuckin' 'em Up

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    Livin' On the Skirts of the Eastbay
    Co Co County Crankin' Bump to Keep the Ballers Paid
    But You Can't Fade When the Soldiers Get to Ridin'
    Flare It Up, Tear It Up
    Norte Sidin
    Livin' On the Skirts of the Eastbay
    Co Co County Crankin' Bump to Keep the Ballers Paid
    But You Can't Fade When the Soldiers Get to Ridin'
    Flare It Up, Tear It Up
    Norte Sidin

    Yoc Influenced What the Fuck Does It Mean?
    It's the Reason Why I'm Cockin Back and Blowin Out Your Spleen
    It Could Mean That You're All About Your Green and Coppin' C Notes
    Or Rollin' On the Triple Golds Where Folks Are Servin' Vino
    Might Have You Flossin' With Your Town Sewed Up
    Or Hit the County You a Bitch Or Snitch You're Getting Rolled Up and Smoked Up
    Cause I'm a Yoc Soldier Swinka, a Malt Liquor Drinka, a Fuckin' Deep Thinka
    Until I Hit the Grave You Better Count Me As a Factor
    Cause I Ain't Never Been a Shootin' Blanks Hollywood Actor
    Prepare to Strap Down As I Pound Through This Town
    Of a Hundred Thousand People, Fifty Thousand I'm Leavin Down
    Back in 92, Only a Few of Us Were Ridin'
    93 Who Are These Fools South Sidin?
    94 We Kept the Pistol Chambers Smokin'
    95 They Realized the Yoc Aint Jokin'
    96 Had the Homies Prove They Swayin'
    That's All Good But Why'd You Fools Quit Bangin'?
    97 Fuck It, I Aint Even Trippin', Love the Homies That I've Got Even More
    We Keep Dippin', Set the Record Straight
    98 Shall I Die Write the Words of My Obituary For the North Side I Serve

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    Livin' Life Strapped With a Target On a Scrap
    And I'mma Hit 'im Bullseye Cause It's Like That
    Woodie's Often Hated On Account I'm Gang Related
    Fuck Rappin' 'bout That Bullshit I've Been Through Too Much to Fake It
    Livin' Life Strapped With a Target On a Scrap
    And I'mma Hit 'im Bullseye Cause It's Like That
    Woodie's Often Hated On Account I'm Gang Related
    Fuck Rappin' 'bout That Bullshit I've Been Through Too Much to Fake It

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