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"Reaching"

"Reaching"


[Talking:]
Check it out, this a hood classic
We gon do it like this for the ghetto's
And the projects out there, in the world
Feel this here

[Lil' Keke:]
This the shake down, you niggaz break down
This for haters in the world, putting they hate down
We got cake now, sp we step on the scene
Convertible looking clean, got my mug on mean
This is Southside, to the Northside
In the 7-4-5, the beamer be sitting wide
Get my roll on, yeah coast to coast
Like my nigga Big H.A.W.K., I'll butter ya toast
Riding fat sack, I turn my har back
Jamming old school Pat, how you like that
Cause it's drastic, I'ma glass it
This for DJ Screw man, another classic

[Talking:]
Check it you know, we gon reach out to all the thugs
All the gangstas all the cut throats, three time felons
Niggaz out there, getting that bread mayn
Getting that cheddar, staying low to the ground
Reall not trying to hear it, you understand
I'ma stay down and get mine, try to stay up on this mic
Go off take it to another level, and get this money you heard

[Lil' Keke:]
A pen and a paper, a stereo a taper
Since 9-blow, I been known to pull a caper
Light it up, and let the chronic gon blow
Creased and pieced up, got the bitch like whoa
I'm popped up, traffic stopped up
This for all young niggaz, getting locked up
Slow ya roll mayn, go on get ya some cash
Be careful up in the city, take your time and mash
This a war zone, get you a cell phone
And if push come to shove, get your bust on
Get your paper the cheese, the feddy I gotta have it
This for my ghetto niggaz, another classic what

[Talking:]
Yeah, this for them go-getters out there
You know I'm tal'n bout, them hard borads
That gotta get they card, getting on them planes
Getting on them trains, with that cocaine ya heard
Yeah, this for y'all shaking that ass in that club
Staying up all night, getting them 10's and 20's
Get that money girl, cause I ain't gon give it to ya
Somebody got to do it but not me, go 'head wholay

[Lil' Keke:]
Buckle up knuckle up, when you coming correct
The hood and projects, getting much respect
8100 block, you know we bust back
In the heart of South Park, is where my hood at
But it's all gravy, Will Rush and T-Baby
Knock and Duke and Archie Lee, Hard Head Crazy
Big Sean and them, yeah you know we a G
Joe Boy, Big Chris and that Fruit Fooly
Big up's to Screw, I'ma do what I do
Gotta lay another track, for my nigga Poo-Poo
Hold your head nigga, you know the Lord work his magic
I grab the microphone, and drop another classic what

[Talking:]
Yeah, this was some gangsta shit
Just another hood classic, just in the studio tripping
Doing what I do, drop one for the gangstas
Drop one for my block, 8100 Hersche' Texas
Southwest Guerillas, the Tray you know South Park period
You know all over here Sunnyside, Blue Ridge
All my niggaz staying down, ya heard 4th Ward
We gon do this like this here, my niggaz out there on the North
Slim Theezy, them Boyz N' Blue the Bug Unit
Wizzle, C.M.G., Manish, my click you understand
2-2 this how we do it my nigga Russ, T-Baby what it do
8100 blizock for life, ya heard
 
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"Real And Fake"
(feat. H.A.W.K., Chris Ward)

"Real And Fake"
(feat. H.A.W.K., Chris Ward)



[Talking]
Southsi' for li', Young Don in the building
My nigga C. Weezy, H-A-Dub this how we do it man
This for the hood, for the traps, for the blocks, for the set
Get your hustle on, check me out on this one
Get your money mayn, yeah

[Hook x2]
The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake
I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes
In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight
On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make

[Lil' Keke]
I was born in the hood, I was raised on the block
I got love for the streets, and gave it everything I got
So fuck what ya heard, nigga the kid go off
I need a half or a thang, but it gotta be soft
If them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it's worth
I done came a long way, from shooting marbles in the dirt
In the trap got lights and water, just to cook to work
Cutting chunks out the duck, rock stars go bizzerk
Southside Houston Texas, my niggaz that's where it's at
From fifty packs to dro sacks, to quarter ki's and all that
It's weight by the freight, this the cocaine state
You know it's heavy heavy cake, if it's Texas plate
Big cars big trucks, parked in front of the lot
Come up short more than once, and get the glock in your vault
You know it's open court, so we running fast break
In the hood posted up, cause it's money to make yeah

[Hook x2]

[Chris Ward]
We got hood control, we on hood patrol
While your hood's flooded with silver, our hood is gold
Plus our hood's fa sho, we got weight by the pound
But instead of waiting around, we moving that weight around
With jugs of that slotted purple, is how we raping the town
So many stangs for thangs half the time, we ain't breaking 'em down
But the very second we do, go to rocking it up
Watch the fiends, cause that's when we go to locking shit up
You see I'm coming through here, looking like Mike in that Thriller video
Acting real silly for do', (for real) really though
They'll be standing on they tippy-toes, dancing and shit
Open your trunk on, to see how faster than hands that they hit
Now it's a fact, most of 'em love sucking that glass dick
While the rest love that black tar, to shoot up they tracks with
So therefore I'll be at my trap, in or out and about
Going hard without a doubt, stacking up clout for my vault cause I'm a hustler

[Hook x2]

[H.A.W.K.]
See the fake keep it fake, and the real keep it real
Got drank weight and pills, at some hell of a deals
I'm trying to get mills, trying to get that Coupe Deville
With chromed out wheels, and catch up on a few of my bills
See whatever I got, gon sell
I got clientele, male or female that want it wholesale
Whether its' Hotel or Motel, or Holiday Inn
I want mo' mail so go tell, all your friends
I want money and the power, pic-mix and flower
Hard white or yellow, or you can get that powder
My hood (my hood), is infested with thugs
Infested with drugs, niggaz moving pints and jugs
We busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plug
And we talk face to face, cause the phones are bugged
It ain't no love, we feuding like Crips and Bloods
And to keep a level head, I gotta smoke good bud

[Hook x2]
 
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"Rumors"
(feat. Billy Cook)

"Rumors"
(feat. Billy Cook)



[Billy Cook:]
Stop stop, spreading those rumors around
Stop stop, spreading those lies
Stop stop, spreading those rumors around
Stop stop, spreading those lies
(get your mind off, get your mind off me)

[Chorus 2x:]
I don't wanna talk about it, (rumors)
I don't give a damn about it, (life)
What y'all think about it
Making my money, I'm all about it

[Lil' Keke:]
What ya doing where ya been, how ya living my man
You done asked me all that, ain't even shook my hand
They say I'm sick, broke don't even got a car
Riding around the city, fronting like I'm a star
Here we go again, tal'n bout guess what they said
Keke laying in the hospital, he damn near dead
Now picture this, me being less of a man
To play the cards I was dealt, then show you my hand
Everytime I turn around, I got a knife in my back
I got these folks in my face, because I'm young and black
I'm making moves, making sure I'm keeping it smooth
Get your own mind your own, everything'll be cool
You gotta catch up with yourself, and try to do something
Figure out the life you living, and quit bumping
Cause me give up on the game, I doubt it
The rumors in the air, but I ain't talking about it cause me

[Chorus 2x]

[Lil' Keke:]
Ain't that the Don, like he's suppose to be rich
But they say he caught a case, now he's a so called snitch
Ain't that funny, how shit change every week
I'm seeing certain people man, I won't even speak
It's getting deep, the fellas getting worse as the women
Friends from last year, are now sour as a lemon
He said she said, that's all you hear
That's why I'm quick to catch ghost, so vanish or disappear
City to city state to state, a different house and gate
A different license plate, the haters hate
Wait, to catch you coming up short
Sticking to the G code, so I hustle with heart
Every year about this time, it goes down
The gossip get thick, and start spreading around
You gotta focus on your paper baby, keep on trucking
And don't sweat the competition, they ain't tal'n bout nothing
But it's a trip, how the word gets out
You got my name in your mouth, you must be talking about
So for the last time, 'fore I leave it alone
You got some real important bidness, won't you mind your own cause me

[Chorus 2x]

[Lil' Keke:]
Another day another dollar, money gotta be made
Early birds get the worm, I'm jumping up getting paid
I'm just a young man, trying to live my life
I gotta make it through the day, so I can pray at night
And what about you playa, how you living these days
You still hating everybody, with your devilish ways
You need to slow down low down, don't get yourself to' down
The route you going, your whole ship bout to go down
For real, take you two steps back
'Fore you slip the wrong way, and catch a counter attack
Jealousy leads to hate, hate leads to death
I'm trying to take another step, you wanna ruin my rep
Cause me, I don't wanna talk about it
And these lies everywhere, don't give a damn about it
And these rumors, they gon' be here forever
But me fall short to that shit, no never me

[Chorus 2x]

[Billy Cook:]
Stop stop, spreading those rumors around
Stop stop, spreading those lies
Stop stop, spreading those rumors around
Stop stop, spreading those lies
Stop stop, spreading these lies
 
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"Scholarships 2 The Pen"

"Scholarships 2 The Pen"


Bury me a G I took the code at early age,
Life as a cook open the book and turn another page
I remember tryna make it selling cheap drugs
Didn? t have a father so I idolized street thugs
Jumping gates and ducking laws on a daily basis
At 17 I'm catching cases now I'm trading places
I'm dranking syrup, smoking weed nigga I ain't lying
But dirty piss will get you 6 months of da county time
I'm in a grown game pocket full of stones man
Just want some street fame so I can have my own name
Here come dat cory blunt he actin bad and comin down
Dats when I realized da real money out of town
It's seems like it took foreva just to get a brick
But crack cases and murder charges left the hood sick
I met my my nigga Steve showed me a different grind
Soon as I caught on they gave my dawg fed time
I got some guns but my mind is a betta weapon
I love da slap but on da cool it? s a bad investment
This hood game is pain and it? s a damn shame
This for my niggas in the ghetto who lost erthang

[Chorus:]
I'm from the streets that change boys to men
And when you graduate they give you scholarships to da pen
So please don? t spend yo whole life struggling doing wrong
Cause one day you here and the next day you gone [x2]

I pray to God and go to church but I still sin
These 84? s and dirty hoes got me all in
I know a click of niggas really I'm just sick of niggas
Cause it gets worse when you get on and u get bigga figgas
When I was broke and lonely I could hear them all bumping
But thangs done changed and all these fools think I owe? em sumn.
I got bout 10 homies doing double digit bids
For tryna take care of their families and feed kids
If you can look and listen you can learn a whole lot
I'm tryna stay free and miss out on getting shot
Get ya money man they gone judge you anyway
These niggas rite around you gone have some shit to say
But this America nigga best believe we all equal
The ghetto a lovely place for low self esteem people
I'm born and raised but I ain't tryna die up in da hood
I want my sons to know that daddy doing sumn good
Uncle reggie was a fool and he was slick as grease
But On his third time they hit with a twenty piece
This hood game is pain and it? s a damn shame
This for my niggas in the ghetto who lost erthang

[Chorus x2]
 
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"Shake Somethin'"

"Shake Somethin'"


[Lil' Keke:]
I get dressed, a quarter to nine ready to shine
Whoever ain't ready, getting left behind
Cause tonight's the night, I get my ball on
22's on my truck, I get my crawl on
Yeah we step in the club, bout to break they neck
Cause we creased and pieced up, everything correct
I'm bout to wreck some'ing, get the place jumping
Niggaz throwing up they sets, got the whole hood pumping
What, everybody wanna riiide
From the East and West coast, to the Dirty Southside
Bitches in the spot, shaking ass galo'
I'm in the VIP, smoking nothing but do'
Gon light one, get the place lit up
Baby shaking that butt, she got a hell of a strut
She's a sex shooter, just looking for fame
Work that ass up and down, go on shake that thang what

[Hook: x2]
Go on, shake some'ing
And if you really feeling good, then go on break some'ing
You got the type of body, make me wanna take some'ing
So won't you hit the dance flo', and go make some'ing and let me make some'ing

[Lil' Keke:]
Raise up off the wall, go on test the flo'
Lil' mama she acting bad, she could sho' get low
I'm bout to put her on the spot, let her make that cash
Cause the tricks in the place, got money to flash
They say the Don in the house, and it's on from there
It's three o'clock in the morning, and we still don't care
Cause they love our wax, on cassette and disc
It's Commission Music Group, and that Avarice
We some hard hitters, from the West and the South
Got ice and plenty rocks, in the front of our mouth
Let's get this party hype, to the break of dawn
It's the Poetic 1, plus the Texas Don
We getting rich worldwide, ain't nothing wrong with that
From the Benz to the Lex, to the brand new Lac
Got your woman showing out, giving all she got
She got bounce in that thang, mayn that girl is hot uh

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
The last verse is worse, just like the first
Stepping up in the club, better watch your purse
Cause the thugs and the G's, just love to rock
And the women back back, till it pop and drop
Get your heart right, cause everything is tight
When we leave the club, we can catch the flight
Cause it's on, hang up the phone and get gone
Po' up the Cristal, take two to the dome
We some outlaws, that the ladies respect
Ain't no haters out of line, cause they all in check
Quit bumping, start dumping
And all the ladies in the place, go on shake some'ing
Get your move on, the way you working that ass
You get your groove on, it's some pimps in the house so get your choose on
If you ain't ready for this
Then put your shoes on, and put your shoes on

[Hook x4]
 
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"She Love Gangsta's"

"She Love Gangsta's"


Okay... she love gangsters
Okay... she love gangsters

[Verse 1:]
First class flights {flights}, 6 star nights {nights}
I'm the man, the king, the gangster of ya life
Picture dis convertible coupe doors and rollin hard
Brand new gucci bag with a wallet full of credit cards
Hustlers cash out, reload and come back
We weathered ever storm suckers could'ntreplace dat
But when you rollin with ke you with a g
I let dem haters do whatever dey can I do me
She love her a gangster the swag and all
She say nigga I'm ridin witcha if you rise or fall
My game spectacular it's off the charts
It's just dat gangster profile dat done captured her heart

[Hook:]
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way I hustle and shine I'm bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal I'm bout my [?] in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat I'm bout my [?] so holla back
She love her a gangster {gangster}

[Verse 2:]
I let her roll with a crook, I'm dressed in all black
Homie dats dat gangster look, she sittin shot gun strapped
It's a beautiful ride, so sexy and cool wat a hell of a drive
Such a true vet I'm still a bad actor
She listen to me when I talk the respect factor
Big body coupe {coupe}, champayne range {range}
Here go a stack for the prada boots keep the change
The sweet presidental, top floor, trump tower
Come catch the money train it's leavin in like a hour
We so fresh, we killed the scene {killed the scene}
You with a boss come be a queen if you know wat I mean
Loose your other man, dat non sense thru
You with a real g please don't compare the two
Do wat you want to do, be wat you want to be
I'm so gangster I guess dats why she love me

[Hook:]
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way I hustle and shine I'm bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal I'm bout my [?] in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat I'm bout my [?] so holla back
She love her a gangster {gangster}

[Verse 3:]
Fire it up, fire it up
I know the hot spots
She love gangster niggas, true g's dat call shots
I made major moves wen all dem suckers failed
I keep her stress free low key protected well
Dis here is thug life dis here is a hustlers story
No matter time or place baby keep it gangster for me
It's all hood {hood}, we so paid {paid}
She break me off on the highway ridin escalades
Smokin top grade, belvadere shots
6 hundred v12 ridin on dem crome dots
Dem haters still talk but she don't quit
I ain't my fault dat dis girl like gangster shit

[Hook:]
Come on, she love her a gangster
The way I hustle and shine I'm bout my grind all the time
I swear dat she love her a gangster
Ain't nuthin other den me wen you a g dats how it be
She tell me dat she love her a gangster
Who handle business fareal I'm bout my [?] in the field
And now she say she love her a gangster
Ain't nothin better den dat I'm bout my [?] so holla back
She love her a gangster {gangster}
 
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"Smoke With Me"
(feat. Shima)

"Smoke With Me"
(feat. Shima)



[Chorus: Shima]
Come and smoke, with me
Let me put my lips around you, and there's ec-stasy
And I'm oh so glad I found you, each and e-veryday
Gotta have that smoke around me, always want you near me
Cause I can't go on, living without you

[Lil' Keke]
Ride in the Bentley with the, top low
Puffing on Afghan, and not hydro
What the deal, I'm working my wheel and showing skills
Sipping hen on the rocks, floss in the drought
I'm ripping up my chest, cause I'm choking on the best
Smoking endo nothing less, oh yes I confess
Guess what's next, I'm squashing the plex, I'm in the Lex
Bought your girl a new dress, just to give me some sex
Cause I'm ripping up the mic, and I dress so fly
Some people they wonder why, that I stay so high
Cause I'm a O.G., I know you know me
You got some drank up in the glass, go on po' me
We getting gone baby, cause we got it that way
And we gone fire something up, with no time to play
And its me you see, on the call at three
Grab your sack out the car, come and smoke with me

[Chorus: Shima]

[Lil' Keke]
Come and smoke with me, cause you know its going down
Oakland to H-Town, hennessy and the crown
Smoking on a blunt, ain't no time to front
Watch Commission, Avarice pull a whole nother stunt
Lil' Keke the Don, Poetic 1 its all good
Money coast to coast fa sho, its understood
Can't nobody stop this thang, that we do
And the world slowed up baby, thanks to Screw
We some trend setters, focus on the chedda
Paying dues in the game, its gots to get better
Watch the smoke just erupt, let the roof back
When we roll in the trunk
Roll em up fat, and squash the chit chat
Three piece suit, with matching dob hat
I'ma get throwed, and let the game be
Twist one playa, the smoke is on me

[Chorus: Shima]

[Lil' Keke]
I feel like ecstasy, when you take control of me
Cause we rolling strolling hard, and you know its holding me
Getting high, just like the stars in the sky
Floating on cloud nine, when I pass you by
Cause we ride and slide, until the sun come up
And if you got something to do, then you shit out of luck
Cause this the episode, we just waiting to explode
And breaking the microphone, cause my game is cold
Go hard in the paint, when I bump the dank
Its gonna be a little bit better, when I mix the drank
Let's get it cracking, pimping and macking with no jacking
Keep the smoke going, and keep the cash stacking
For real, we smoke the best and feel right
Purple crushed, blue berry and a dash of flight
Its going down, and it ain't for free
Everybody in the place, come and smoke with me

[Chorus: Shima]

[Shima singing]
 
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"Southern Nigga"
(feat. 8 Ball, Mr. Lee, Rell, E-Roc)

"Southern Nigga"
(feat. 8 Ball, Mr. Lee, Rell, E-Roc)



[Hook: x2]
I'm a Southern nigga, Houston Texas nigga
Syrup sipper nigga, candy paint dripper
Wood grain gripper, chrome wheel spinner
Land other man, hol' up Dirty nigga

[Mr. Lee:]
I'm a Southern boy, that's why I act this way
I'm rolling chrome 23's, on a Escallade
We keep it crunk brah, we stay leaned up
Foam cups, filled up with the purple stuff
Houston Texas boy, I represent it boy
Land of the Dirty Dirty, and them candy cars
We rolling Cadillacs, with the wheel on back
And the leather and wood, with the top back

[Rell:]
I'm a Texas nigga, wide frame reckless nigga
Cornbread breakfast nigga, you disrespect this nigga
We hit a club or two, then get a clucker too
Then get it popping like sodas, make 'em do the do
We ride 22's, some call 'em Clyde the glide's
We lean side to side, with the lean inside the ride
You can't compare with I, I do what I feel
Ice chain ice watch, light blue so I chill

[Hook x2]

[8 Ball:]
Big dog big rims, sub woofer shaking every car alarms
Going off, and I can't see the smoke is heavy
Legendary spitter, hoe hitter and money getter
Hot on the mic, when it comes to shit like this I'm cold like Winter
Southern nigga, but I don't know shit bout cows and horses
We hustle hard, cop that new shit smoking on golf courses
Bitches keep 'em got em, never had a problem getting em
Flows keep 'em got em, never had a problem spitting em

[E-Roc:]
Me I'm a dirty nigga, candy slab rolling nigga
Ain't never had a job, paper still folding nigga
E-Roc's a soldier nigga, Nodd Factor's holding nigga
Sipping on grape Sprite, purple haze blowing nigga
We exercise game, like 24 hour fitness
15's be knocking in your hood, like a Jehovah witness
The streets love us mayn, sick cause they love us too
Love it when TV screens, sky dive up out the roof

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]
It's the Don nigga, better be strapped and rolling hard with your guns nigga
Slab riding, and fa sho I'm not the one nigga
Try to test it ain't no playing, you'll get done nigga
You better run, nigga
This C.M.G. boy, ain't nothing for free boy
And get it gangsta on the streets, ten a ki boy
You know this Big Unit, with that dirty honey
Get you a dirty bird, if you got dirty money

[Slim Thug:]
The big Boss man, H-Town representer
Slim Thugger, shut your town down when I enter
Tall like a center, and a raw Dirty South boss
I got what it costs, to get you bumped off
I'm boss hogging, 22 inch crawling
A young stunner never stalling, I ain't new to this balling
I'm a vet, sliding on chrome in some'ing wet
Pieced up thoed deck, represent for my set ha

[Hook x2]
 
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"Southside"

"Southside"


Welcome to the uh Southside,
No, uh-uh, I said the Southside of H-Town.
You gotta peep game, you know what I'm sayin cause um,
Texas from the south
And Louisiana from the south
And Mississippi from the south
Atlanta, Georgia from the south

[Chorus:]
That's why we doin the uh
South Side, the South Side, yeah
The South Side, the South Side, everybody do the,
South Side, the South Side, yeah,
The South Side, the South Side, raise your hands and do the
South Side, the South Side, yeah,
The South Side, the South Side,
Shokarock it do the South Side, the South Side yeah,
The South Side, the South Side,

H-town is thowin up the duce
And givin niggas dab
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (uh-huh)
We're thowin up the duce
And givin niggas dab
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (alright)
We're thowin up the duce
And givin niggas dab
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (what?)
I'm throwin up the duce, and givin niggas dab
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab,

[Verse 1:]
I woke up early, jumped in the butta
[Versace]sace shades pushin blades, let them four burn rubber.
I swung and I swang, you know that nigga clean.
Hit the Belfort and the [Martin Luther]King, Europeans with the screens.
Bigga fo tank, everything cash
Glass pop red throw the wood in the dash.
Mashin on the gas is a thug like Green.
Prompt for a young I see not in the pin
Showin naked ass and my stories 'bout to kill ya.
Seventeen hundred west appalova silver.
Hit the school zone, fourteen shoocky,
Caught that lil duce sideways sittin crocked
Pulled in Exxon nuthin less then supreme
Never slippin but I'm trippin candy red on the scene.
Flossin on the hoes, tossin on them women
Gotta pop the trunk for that nigga pad lemon

Alright we're thowin up the duce
And givin niggas dab
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (uh-huh)
We're thowin up the duce
And givin niggas dab
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (alright)
We're thowin up the duce
And givin niggas dab
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (what?)
I'm throwin up the duce, and givin niggas dab
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab,

[Verse 2:]
Ashes to ashes dust to dust,
Lead in the bus, sweets and tusk
Mobbin heavy in a Chevy,
Breaking concrete, Polo on my body and Nikes on my feet.
Hold ya horses these is choices in the presence of a playa
Buckle up the belt threw the Southern Himalayas
Raise up off the dick, because you see ya nigga glowin'
Over seas blowin trees with a long esa mowin'.
Mary Jane on the plane ain't a damn thing changed.
Peace a chain, diamond ring, cause I'm thowed in the game.
Back in nine-five I was broke catchin cabs.
Fuck 'em all I'm a ball. Chop it up on the slab

[Chorus:]
Cause I'm thowin up the duce,
And givin niggas dab.
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab.
Alright we thowin' up the duce,
And givin niggas dab.
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab.
We do the Southside, the Southside, yeah.
The Southside, the Southside, everybody do the,
Southside, the Southside, yeah.
The Southside, the Southside, yeah.

Raise yo hands, so so high, rub ya head, and do the Southside.
Do the shockin' and the rockin', from left to right,
Look fly, get high with ya swisha rolled tight.
I might just do, the Southside with you,
It's easy and new, break it down and jam it screwed.
Draws stankin curls if that's the way you hit 'em
Movin' side to side with ya motion and ya rhythm,
You still in move, stay in the groove
Keep your high and you really can't lose
I'm a lift my head, and keep my pride
And let the whole world do the damn Southside.

We doin' the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, everybody do the,
Southside, the Southside, yeah,
The Southside, the Southside, raise your hands and do the
Southside, the Southside, yeah,
The Southside, Southside,
Shokarock it do the Southside, the Southside yeah,
The Southside, the Southside
It feel good to do the Southside,

[Verse 4:]
The Southside ain't threw.
The Southside it's here new and it's screw.
And it's me Lil' Ke' and the Hershalwood click.
If you don't like it get up off the Southside dick.
Smoke another blunt,
Pull another stunt.
Jammed down in the front on a million dollar hunt.
So raise your hands,
And open up wide,
And get yo ass fucked the whole Southside.
Yeahhhhh
 
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"Southside (Crazy C Remix)"

"Southside (Crazy C Remix)"


Texas from the South, and Louisiana from the South
And Memphis Tenn from the South, Atlanta Georgia from the South
Nationwide doin' the
Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, everybody do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southsid
Raise your hands and do the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, shock-n-rock n' do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside

H-town is throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
What, throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab

I woke up early, jumped in that butta
Candy-red turnin' heads, let the Vogues burn rubber
I swog and I swang, you know a playa's clean
Hit the velvet and the keen, Europeans with a scream
Eldorado Coupe, everythang cash
Playas pop red, floss wood in the dash
Mashin' on the gas and them got it by the grill
Man you are not comin' through another bill
Showin' up and blowin' up I know I'm lookin' good
I had to show out when I come through the hood
Hit the school zone, four 18's shook it
Caught that boy Gottie sideways sittin' crooked
Pulled in Exxon nuttin' less than Supreme
Never slippin' but I'm trippin' candy red on the scene
Flossin' on the bopples, tossin' on the women
Gotta pop the trunk for my partner Pat Lennon

Cause we throwin' up the deuce, and givin' playas dab
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
What, throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Watchin' Lee and Brooks blowin' sweets at us
Mobb'n heavy in the Chevy, breakin' concrete
Polo on my body and Nikes on my feet
Hold your horses feel the tosses in the presence of a playa
Buckle up your belt through the Southern himalaya
Raise up off of Texas cause you see the South goin'
Overseas blowin' trees with a long Samoean
Mary Jane on the plane, ain't a damn thang changed
Piece of change, diamond ring, cause we throwed in the game
Back in '95 I was broke catchin' cows I left 'em all
Tied 'em up chopped 'em up on the salman

Cause we throwin' up the deuce, and givin' playas dab
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab
All right we throwin' up the deuce and givin' playas dap
You know the Southside actin' bad on the slab

We do the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, everybody do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside, yeah

Raise ya hand, so so high
Rub yo head and do the Southside
Doin' the shockin' and the rockin' from left to right
We lookin' fly so fly with the Swisher rolled tight
I might just do the Southside with you
It's easy and new, drank'd out jammin' Screw
Go on shake it girls, if that's the way you hit 'em
Movin' side to side with your motion and your rhythm
Stick & move, stay in the groove
Keep your hand high and you really can't lose
I'ma hold my head, cause I'm going nationwide
Now the whole world doin' the damn Southside

We do the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, Houston Texas do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside
East Coast do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside
West Coast do the Southside
The Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside, yeah

The Southside, the Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside, yeah
The Southside, the Southside, yeah, the Southside, the Southside, yeah
 
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