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On the Southside |
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Candy sprayed, looking so live 84's and vogues, we glide |
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Screwzoo, you know we holding it down [Trae] |
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I'm still low behind tints, swanging to |
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Southwest |
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A lot of shit on my mind, still living the stretch |
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Screw-U I miss you, ain't a damn thang changed |
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To the day |
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I'm deceased, |
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I'ma rep the name |
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Holding it down for the |
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South, and the |
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S.U.C. Ahead of the pack, forever |
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S.L.A.B. And swanging 4's and vogues, low with |
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T.V.'s The trunk popped up, and showing that |
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I'm a G Out the |
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Dirty Southside, of |
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H-T-X In a throwback drop, or a four do' |
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Lex With a throw away glock, when a nigga got plex |
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I'm fresh off the block, slow-mo in a |
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Vet Peep game when |
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I grip the grain, |
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I'm off the chain |
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Down the baseline, and cross over the lane |
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Like A.I., my game is too fly |
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Blue over gray, when |
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I pass on by |
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I'm a B-E- |
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T, and a Southwest thug |
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Beat down the block, and banging on dubs |
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Scrubs, back back give me fifty |
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Cause wanna be thugs, don't get no love |
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From the Maab or the click, |
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Slow Loud |
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And Bangin' |
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From the beginning to end, |
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I ain't never changing |
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And the East to |
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Westcoast, is what |
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I'm ranging |
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That candy blue, on locks that |
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I'm staging |
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Rearranging, your changing thoughts |
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When I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars |
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Like Randy |
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Moss, I'ma play the field |
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On the hunt for a mill, displaying my skills |
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Southsive for live, repping my block |
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My hood on fire, streets is on lock |
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With the shit that |
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I got, I'm never gon stop |
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For Screw |
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I'ma punch the gas, to the top [Hook x2] [Trae] |
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If I'm pulling out the garage, better believe it's mine |
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And if the light is on me, then |
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I'ma go on and shine |
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Baller block niggaz, on glass when |
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I hop the lane |
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It's a damn shame, the way my top drop and swang |
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My slab doubling, and niggaz be thinking that it's a game |
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Trae ain't the same, and leading the line like a train |
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And I'm in the cockpit, that glide like a plane |
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When I'm on |
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Fondren, I be heading down to |
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Main Like a pimp, hoes |
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I got by the flock |
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In a CMC, and low key from cops |
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I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots |
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I put about four |
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G's, up in the stash spot |
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Bleeding the block, at night when |
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I get my cash |
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And wood all on my dash, with leather under my ass 2-55, with full speed to mash |
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When the bops on the block, |
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I'm full speed to pass |
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Like Dizzy |
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Young, cause |
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I'm young and raw |
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With no love for the law, that hate a young thug |
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That's real in the streets, and never been fake |
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With artillery, for niggaz that |
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I hate Cause |
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I'm playa, ain't no way to knock that |
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When it come to the click, you know |
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I got that |
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So you cats, better play the back field |
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Cause I'm the homerun king champ, and |
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I'm next to bat |
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For the Dirty |
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Southside, and the |
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Wild Wild |
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West When it quick to click, or putting the drama to rest |
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I'm telling these cats, they don't wanna test |
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Cause the click full of |
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G's, just might cause a mess |
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When they in black |
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Houpes, and they ready to ride |
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Believe me, |
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G-Maab ain't playing no games |
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I ride for the set, to the day |
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I quit And if it ever come to that, then it's over mayn [Hook x2] [Trae] |
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I represent for the |
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Dirty 3rd, when |
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I shake the block |
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For P-A-T and |
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Mafio, I'ma drop the drop |
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Body rock and catch hot, when these haters jock |
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And on top of that, watching these boppers bop |
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On a G like |
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Trae, since back in the day |
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When I tip the |
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Houpe, and flipped up |
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Few Quay South |
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Klique for life, with |
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BJ And Lil' |
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Shay My brother |
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Jay'Ton, and the rest of |
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S.K. But now |
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I'm in a first class, four do' slab |
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Getting my shine on, and beating up the |
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Ave. Still on the |
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Southside, got niggaz mouth wide |
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Piss me off, and |
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I'ma fuck up they inside |
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Outside, when |
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I let up my trunk |
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Six fifteens, and yep they gon bump |
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Think of touching my shit, you bound to get stomped |
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I ain't never been a punk, you chose to get dumped |
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One deep or with a click, |
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I'm still gon ball |
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In a DTS, the screens is gon fall |
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T-R-A-E, I play the game raw |
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Fin to set this shit off, with no time to stall |
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For the Screw |
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K3, they done dropped the chain |
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And the guerilla got loose, that they tried to tame |
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And now they feeling this one, from |
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H-Town to |
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Spain Now niggaz in the game, be looking so lame |
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When they see my 4's, running niggaz out the way |
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When I'm fresh out the |
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Jag, on candy blue sprayed |
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When I'm fresh out the |
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Quay, on customized |
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Six T.V.'s, banked up on |
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MLK T-I-N- |
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T, black on black |
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I'm thoed |
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So these niggaz don't know, what |
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I'm working with |
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Or what I got inside, late night when |
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I ride It's gangstafied, |
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I know you feeling this [Hook x2] [Russell Lee] |
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We gon hold it down, |
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On the Southside |
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Yeah, of H- |
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Town, it goes down |
