Teksty:
Head East City Of Gold

Would you like to go and look for the city with me? Sometimes I feel that it's got to be real about the city That's made out of gold, solid gold And

they play the Jesse James character And get they bones fractured You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton

Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland

We come away and chop the heads of these snakes It's better off they dyin' in a pit full of snakes Mistake inside yourself, that be the first head you

here from that east 1999 For fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap An what you lookin for, you gonna find Losin holes in my gold gat In full

motherfuckin east bay gangsta Chorus: Nuthin but the gangsta (3x) Ha ha, come on nigga Verse three: redman Check it out Oh my god! I destroy cities

yourself The Noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head I'm from the East

All the gold and silver are being stolen away Big Joe Turner looking east and west from the dark room of his mind He made it to Kansas City, Twelfth

in this game, punk I'm not a beginner I'm a veteran, exceteran ain't stopping a head rush When I'm letting my lead bust, you getting your head bust Verbally