Southside (Chopped & Screwed) (feat. Z-Ro, Trae, Ghetto & Cl’ Che’)

歌詞

(feat. Z-Ro, Trae, Cl'Che, Ghetto) (talking:) What uh, Southside for li' What, H-Town baby come on (Big Mello:) Watch me come through, tal'n bout what it do Hop out who-do, trunk knock with that Screw Ain't nothing changed, see I'm still true blue Hit my licks, but I keep em on the cool huh I'm a damn fool huh, KMJ the crew Already heavy like a Cheve, bout the feddy On scrill break limits, shred rappers like confeddi Grip the damn grain, pinky ring keep it steady I'm the body rocker, represent the Southside Even when I'm high, keep that money on my mind So I grind, T on my side we gotta shine Hoes gon mind, cause they know the ice blind All the time, see I gotta wreck Cash a damn check, keep my shit up in your deck The architect designer, hustler slash rhymer Candy paint niggaz, I'm the base like primer What big timer, Big Mello Big thang nigga, stack big pesos Me and Z-Ro, J and Geno On the Q track, keep the flow so thoed I'ma body rock ya, from your head to your toe Boys can't see, Mello and Z-Ro Only at the show, late night video Hiram-Clarke/Mo City, what Mafioso (Z-Ro:) Ridgemont 4 representer, niggaz wonder where I went Bending corners in a Intrepid, fo' do' behind tint Making stacks upon stacks upon stacks, of B. Franklin Anybody running up on KMJ, will be stanking I might be shermed out, I might be smoking on that drizzo Anyway it go, I'm still gon put a tag on your big toe Ask Eugene, we killers with automatic machine Knocking over walls when we crawl, keeping our mug on mean If you got a sensitive side, get up out my ride Cause it's sho to be some pistol play, probably homicide If you's a snitch nigga bitch nigga, I'm digging your ditch Giving out dome calls, leaving everybody wigless I'm gonna, give a nigga a headstone Cause I'm after my paper, mama say go get it even though she dead and gone Smoke and dranking with alphabets, to tighten my lip With a dirty gar beam for busters, hitting em right in they hip I'm a guerilla, do anything it take to make scrilla Even if one of my own gotta fall, fuck y'all niggaz I'm one of a kind, and ain't no bitch got my mind I don't need a relationship, as long as I got my nine (Trae:) Tell me the truth, why do these cats be thinking that they could be fucking with us Really though I don't know, but they don't wanna be running with us I'm out that Southsi' for li', for li' until I die KMJ coming up out of the storm, for real that ain't no lie With Dougie D and Z-Ro, we making a pay to break bread If somebody fucking with Big Mello, my slug hit em in they head Ain't no disrespecting my team, or my team'll get aggravated All you mark ass motherfuckers better duck, or you infiltrated (Ghetto:) See I'm a Dirty South talker, philly blunt sparker Telling hoes to come on down, like Bob Barker Never been a stalker, man fuck a bitch All a bitch can do for a pimp, is make me rich Hit the switch in a mothership, with bump in the trunk I ain't tripping on no haters, I got that pump in the trunk And I'm ready to dump, up on a bitch ass nigga Cause ain't no Blood'n or Crip'n, cause we from Texas nigga Shit we all about, our cash flow Don't play no games, or you'll end up with a tag up on your big toe It's that nigga Mello, and that nigga Ghetto Coming through your backdo', bitch what they hitting fo' Some playas, down here Don't bring your girl, cause we hot pussy slayers down here Done hooked up with my nigga Daz Dili', from the motherfucking West Burning holes in you niggaz chest, like you was smoking on some stress Or that bomb-bomb, nigga from Vietnam Nigga ring the motherfucking alarm, cause it's on I got my nigga JJ, in a zone Nigga motherfucker, tell that bitch to bring it on I don't know why, niggaz wanna try but try But the only think I know, that your niggaz'll die If they fucking, with the KMJ click If you don't like it, get up off the Southside dick bitch (Cl'Che:) If you wonder where I'm at, this guerilla at I'm shining in your face, if you haven't seen me yet I'm a Southsi' for li', hot girl Rocking with the Big Mello, and the Crooked Z-Ro Quick to break the hoes, off While we dropping tops, we got you dropping your mouth Cl'Che representing for the South, the Dirty South Ask that Q, these haters put em in line Big Mello above the Cl', Z-Ro on the side of Cl' So I'm telling you, ain't none of that getting close to Cl' I play with big boys, that move them big thangs C.D.'s and LP's, so we can get a bigger name KMJ, we gon stick to your brain like cement Glass get em Monroe, we flyer than bird shit It's me, now tell me what you see A list mouth motherfucker, with a cold mouthpiece R.I.P. to my G's and chicks, we still swanging them do's Candy riding on 4's, and niggaz polishing they golds Down here, Southsi' for li' Houston Texas, just to make it all clear