Eastside Bulldog

I was ridin' with my baby
In my
AM 360 on my radio
Expired tags on my plate
Swervin' in and out of lanes tryin' to keep it straight
You might’ve seen me overheatin' on the Interstate
I’m from the east side of town
I don’t give a shit
Tonight I might get my car jacked
Tomorrow night I might write a great big hit
Either it way it works out, I’m never gonna quit
I’m a burned-out musician and I’m proud of it
I’m an east side bulldog (East side bulldog)
An east side bulldog (East side bulldog)
I’m an east side bulldog (East side bulldog)
I’m an east side bulldog (East side bulldog)
I’m an east side bulldog (East side bulldog)
An east side bulldog (East side bulldog)
I’m an east side bulldog (East side bulldog)
I’m an east side bulldog (East side bulldog)