Who Got Your Back - Foesum, ALT, Wayniac

Uhh, give it to me

Eastside eastside

It dont stop

I thought you knew

So peep game on this, yeah

Now Dubb be the young G from the LB

Flippin scripts on the daily so dont try to fade me

So understand, recognize that I’m comin through

Keepin things focused with my four man crew

Its inevitable, that I’m runnin game kickin facts

Now maybe done wetted em for my style keeps you all in check

So booya, what you fools think about now

Me and ALT, dippin low in the Lac

Subbin with a hell of a bumps puffin blunts

Sinkin low in the seat with the heat in the trunk

So lets take a dip in my ride

As I take a little trip with the homeys to the Eastside

I slide through with the joint in my mouth

Give me a pen and a pad, I hit the mic and I’m out

And I know a few playaz from the LB

They be for real, now thats what they tell me

And have you heard of a, murderer

Dubb he be servin a, fool like Scarface and then straight swervin

In a 63 rag, a 44 mag, on his side and he’s glidin, Eastsidin

Its me, A-L-T, I’m too clever

And I sell on earth, when these fools get together

From the LBC, the SGV

Its that Mexican fool you better recognize me

If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high

(I got your back and you got mine)

When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz

(I got your back and you got mine)

Check it out, my back against the wall, no where to move or look

Should I assume that my partner might book

And take off runnin at the sign of the drama

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a, got him

Squeeze back, contact has been made

And its ya partner comin through with the back fade

Wayniac, the maniac still flippin the phat sack

Breathin hard for your contact

Cuz this is the shit no doubt

That can get your ass twisted, missin, lights out

Slippin, not knowin that you’re bait

Cuz you got caught up in a nigga that was fake

Now I got juice, like a deuce on 17 switches

Add another notch on the Glock for the snitches

Rollin with the Foe cuz we’re goin for broke

And we leavin playa hataz in a cloud of smoke, locc

See we be diggin way deep, droppin beats

You can bump while you out hittin late night creeps

Flossin like a G with the Foe as we put it down

Livin like ballaz is the way me and the homeys lounge

No slippin, we keeps dippin

Hittin them switches as the clock keeps tickin

Its on and poppin so fool ain’t no turnin back

Take it to the bridge as we blaze up a sack

If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high

(I got your back and you got mine)

When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz

(I got your back and you got mine)

Now I’m a let a fool be a fool, thats the way I gotta

Check one two and I’m the sure shotter

Represent that G spot click to the fullest

They put me in the mix, so this ese gotta do this

Cuz it ain’t no thang to me, bitch

I bust a cap then I’m dumpin em in ditches

Just an, everyday thang in my neighborhood

Fiendin for a grip like a true OG should

Through the avenues, through my city

Throwin up a G sign, really

Doe its that brown skin brotha with a niner on my hip

O Genius with that Foesum click

Now I got somethin for that ass if ya creepin em

Steppin to the Foe muthafuckaz you ain’t deep enough

So round up your homeys, get ya gats out

Cuz I’m comin in, creepin in a drop glass house

Cuz we be rollin deeper than the ocean and Lacs and tre’s

Got the coke in the cup, so pass me the E&J

Gettin drunk and I’m swervin hittin side to side

Mixed Black and Mexican so you know I’m down to ride

Cuz the M&Mster, packs the winchester

And dumpin on that ass, clear a path when I enter

Cuz whatever goes down, I know my homeys will hide me

So get ya ghetto birds and K-9s to find me

If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high

(I got your back and you got mine)

When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz

(I got your back and you got mine)