Southside Story lyrics

Southside Story lyrics

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Southside Story lyrics

Send "Southside Story" Ringtone to your Cell f/ H.A.W.K., Willean This is my story G, day one on Southside Southside till I diiii-iiie... [Trae] It gotta be Southside all up in your face Well I`m creeping and crawling, up out the states I made nineteen years and a candidate No time to plex, I gotta stack my change And working wood on the grain, in the turning lane With a 18 thousand dolla, throwed piece and chain In the big body Benz, with the raw beam Six inch t.v.`s, when I drop the screens Drop the top, some fin to hit the fate When I`m baller lining, I`m be a bate Looking through my shit, watching yellow bones And its whether or not, they be creeping my car Roll hard on weights, I gotta peep the game I`m in a private plane, in a private lane With 13 karats, in my pinky ring On a pen and pad, I lace up the game All on the radio, and on the t.v. To the world premier, we on MTV Plus so many niggas, really can`t see me Body rock the states, and pop up on three`s When I`m swanging 4`s, I`m slamming candy do`s I`m on my P`s and Q`s, and I love this game That`s why, everybody wanna knock my hustle We done just got rich, and went platinum man [Dougie D] Thank the Lord for all my success Been struggling striving, trying to do my best No more canned sardine, just eight cuisines Its been a long run, running from the law Got a new pair of shoes on feet And I owe it to the Southside, cause it`s been lovely Everybody wanna run with me, and popping trunks all bubbly And everybody in the club with me Hold up, baby you know the South is so real Whit cups and my drank, and blowing on kill In the STS, dressed to impress With a bow legged round the side, to roll with Y`all need to just understand, its so live Many dollas into powder stacks, that`s right When I`m up in the Benz, drop tops in the wind Chopping to the corner, then I bend Why a motherfucker wanna hate on me man Cause they can`t get off they ass, and stack change Down on Southside, we don`t play no games We pop trunks on the corners, and the turning lane Just realize, and stop fighting the pencil Cause I pimp a pen, or a pencil Its about time, that your ass gon recognize Guerilla Maab is some cold individuals [Hook] This is my story G, day one on Southside Southside till I diiii-iiie On the road, to reach in the T.V. and BET And I owe it to the Southside Southside till I diiii-iiie [Willean] Niggas can`t hold me back, I hold the gat Thought of many ways, then told you that Talking about, golden plack Diamonds in your face, done showed you that I roll the Lac, I stroll the Benz Get the weed, I`ll po` the end I`ma ball till I fall, fuck waiting till I score again We big shots with big glocks, on top I play it cool On my block, while I lay my rules On your block, while I spray with tools Slay them fools, with my steel Let them know, this shit`s for real Botany Boyz, Guerilla Maab A killa squad, making mills [H.A.W.K.] Fuck what you feel, time to pop a seal Only when we grad, it`s a major deal On the Texas wheel, trying to make a mill Serious, bout that dolla bill House on the hill, yacht on the lake Can`t get close to my estate Like Ice Cube, push rhymes like weight Haters, we anialate Don`t violate, or try to hate Licks been heard, in the Texas state I just can`t wait, to set thangs straight Texas is the rap state Let`s conjugate, hop in the Benz Guerilla Maab and Dead End On that chase for benjamins In this shit, we play to win [Hook] [Z-Ro] Pulling out my yard, as I drop the top Ready for the jackers, I`m gon cock the glock Pulling up at the club, everybody show love Might slow my pace, but never stop for bops Cause when a nigga didn`t have weed to smoke Seemed like them hoes, had a need to choke So I bled the block, and I bled the block Exactly what I need, for the seeds to grow Now I`m living myself, Z-Ro today Even though I had road blocks in my way I made it over the hill, I guess that was the will Of that man, for me to get outta the game I sold weed and crack, on down to heroine Sporting clothes, on motherfuckers payroll Many golds and the movies, Guccis Fassaci`s, Guess and diamonds Karen I smoke and I lean, but still I maintain Ain`t a damn thang changed, I`m still the same Breaking motherfuckers off, with a sock by mouth Represent the South, about fancy thangs My pen is throwed, and my pen is raw 24/7, I`m gon break the law At the end of a show, I`ma take a bow My knees wanna be me, speed rolling be how I flip my tongue fast like that Rubbing up on tracks, and wrecking 8 Dats And the Real-To-Real`s, and it takes Sedan Deville With a separate bitch, on the grill I bleed the block, now with the rocks I bleed with the candy paint Sipping promethazyne, codeine With a Jolly Rancher, with a Dandy on drank And I got my mind focused on benjamins Dividends in the back, of a big Benz 22 years old, with fat back roll From a tight ass verse, and I`m in the wind Check it out, Southside Story baby Z-Ro, Dougie D, Trae, Willean, Big H.A.W.K. 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