Diggin Da South (Screwed)

歌詞

Southside, yeah, it's going down Bout to turn it out, H-A dub K Z-Ro The Crooked, it's going down (Chorus) Man hold up it's going down We gon rock the house Got everybody digging the south Got everybody digging the south Them boys from the S.U.C., bout to turn it out Make everybody scream and shout Make everybody scream and shout Now I heard all my people say (H.A.W.K) Bounce, rock, roller skate I scrape my tail gate, with a 6-4 pancake On 2-88, and I'm headed to the Lou' My fragrance is juice, and my tape deck is Snoop Roof, up-side your head If you trying to take mine, you get filled with lead You dead, but I remain on the creep Sideways down the street, woofers pounding my seat So I creep, and keep it on the down low Me and my nigga Z-Ro, remain in Cognito The beat go boom, when we enter the room The smell of marijuana, mixed with perfume It's going down, and you know it's going down Got everybody digging this southern sound Pound for pound we the best, we can pass any test And the lyrics that we spit, will give you cardiac arrest (Chorus) (Z-Ro) Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' It's the H-A-W-K, and the fella they call Ro Screwed Up Click representers, getting bent like a corner Taking up all four lanes, when we swang it's a G thang Loving this life, loving this game, dominating the industry With raw rap, and everybody love it man Ain't nobody ripping like the S.U.C. If you run up with that nigga, I'm gon set you free It's a gangsta party, and ain't no haters allowed Nothing but pimps and playas, and plenty women going down Man hold up, let me roll up something sticky Full of them pills leaning, my people gotta come and get me Stuck, but never lose composer Military minded, I'm a Southside soldier Benjamin Frank' folder, I done shocked the south Prepare yourself for the Screwed Up, we rock the house (Chorus) (H.A.W.K) Girl drop it, Southside is body rocking To the beat, you can't stop it Me and Ro making profit, niggas trying to baller block it But how the hell, can you knock it Get down on it, sit down on it Southside soldiers, annihilating opponents We want it, I mean a platinum plack The Cadillacs, the highs with the pool in the back Give me all of that, plus a little bit more And I'm sure fa sho, you gon love our flow We'll steal the show, and have the crowd in a rage And have every lady trying, to get a pass backstage We represent third coast, not to brag or boast We eat up like toast, and burn tracks like toast Respect to the utmost, cause we rough and rugged And that bullshit you spitting, just ain't gon cut it (Chorus - 2x)