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[Intro Dialougue: Kid Frost] [Man] Hey homes [Frost] Hey man. Come on man, let's go [Man] Aye, sabes que ese, I'm just going to kick it tonight No way. My hyna's home now I don't feel like going out tonight. Why? What's going on man? [Frost] Hey man. I was going to take you on the trip to the east side man. With my new shit man [Man] Oh, serio homes. Aye, aye babe, I got to go to man Hey, hey yo Frost. Come and get me man We can roll man. Let's go
[Verse 1: Kid Frost] Growing up in the East Side of Los Angeles Aztec Evangelist Showing you the words of wisdom Stay out the pinta, the pen, or prison I see some crazy shit Vatos on the corner smoking Kools, getting lit You got to take what cards they deal ya Jumped his ass in and now his click is his familia And he might have to beat ya Es mi barrio, mi barrio es mi vida I wouldn't joke ya The placa gaffled up my homegirl Flaka Cause she was smoking coca How's she gonna manage Tiny midgets in the Calle, they're doing damage And it's far from glory As a matter of fact, it's an East Side Story
[Chorus: Kid Frost] East side story East side story
[Verse 2: Kid Frost] I see some homeboys looking for steady Rolling up slow in the carucha I can tell they were packing automatics Wait till some vatos en mi carga, trucha I get mi barrio es primo So lay down the .45 and la filero Yo man, this is serio And you could be doing time at Calvary And that's the cemeterio So don't even try to creep Cause vato locos getting out next week And me, him and Little Rascal But we don't want no pinche hassle When they get together, we fade Smoking freeze, sniffing spray paint And it's far from glory As a matter of fact, it's an east side story
[Chorus: Kid Frost] East side story East side story
I was born in {Eastside} California Live from the east side (L.A., that is) Live from the east side (Yeah) Live from the east side (Yeah) This is east side story
[Verse 3: Kid Frost] Kid Frost got the crazy rounds Veteranos on the corner talking about old times Esta listo, spark a palenio, shot in the pisto They got the cavalas in check The neighbor got's two on the next For talking to the youngsters And they stare in amazement Or how they like hunters And make the suckers hit the payment Yo, the angels' blowing smoke The gangsters in the calle ain't no joke The cue is always bragging Or little mad dogs in the khaki sagging But it's far from glory As a matter of fact, yeah..
[Chorus: Kid Frost] East side story I'm from the east side story East side story Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side Live from the east side