Where The Monstaz Be (Chopnotslop Remix)

L. L. L. Eastside, Eastside, Eastside Eastside, Eastside, Eastside. L. L. L

He back on them monster beats. He from where the monsters be
He full of them ganja trees. He been holding down the East
He creep up the block on threes. Them bitches be watching Gs
Stacking like mobsta cheese. Lobster, pasta, helicopters
Rooftop on us. Us other teams, they can't stop us
I purchased my twelfth and pile up niggas with bottomless pockets
Clocking them dollars. I stacked a couple mil. I'm still plotting
No, it's not over, bitch, cause we want some more shit
Act like you know it. Real niggas walk in the door and help
We finna go in. Champagne flowing. Superdosa smoking
Private jet owner. No, it's not hard to notice
Who really raking that dough in? I brought my bone to the U.S. Open
It's like gangsta love. Jet life. There's only God above

And I got it out the mud. Diamonds in the mud
Went home and shined it up. Family first. I'm fresh to death
Rolls Royce. Webtail look like a hearse. Fuck they gonna do with me
I'm in pursuit of cheese. Living out all my dead homie dreams
Drop the top when the stars out. My nigga, I know you can see me
If there's a heaven for a gangster, I know they got radio
Know they got TV. I done caught stunts casually
It's nothing to me cause I'm used to it. Treat the Rolls Royce like a Ford Taurus
I just drove that bitch to Wal-Mart
Treat the Rolls Royce like a Ford Taurus. I just drove that bitch to Wal-Mart
No, that's not my only foreign car. Benz, BMW and Porsche
They never saw the B until Wars. They were proud to try to kick us out
Smoking on the killer in the crowd. Fuck if the cameras came around
Fuck if the sponsors came around. They ain't really want us in their house
N.W.A. run a hundred miles. I had more to go if I remember right

Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside

He back on them monster beats. He from where the monsters be
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
He full of them ganja trees. He creep with the block on three
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside

Lobster, pasta, helicopters. Rooftop on top of us. Other teams, they can't stop us
I purchased my twelfth impala. Nigga got bottomless pockets. Clocking them dollars
Staffed a couple mil. I'm still plotting. No, it's not over, bitch
Cause we want some more shit. Act like you know we're real. Niggas walking the joint
Here we finna go in. Champagne flowing. Super dojo smoking. Private jet owners
Know it's not hard to notice. Who really raking that joint? I brought my bone to the US Open
I ain't setting up jet life. I only go to above 

Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside

He back on them monster beats. He from where the monsters be
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
He full of them ganja trees. He creep with the block on these

Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside"