Lyrics:
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
love our music slowed down by screw
[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys
[Lil' Flip]
by screw
(Lil' Flip)
down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
major labels dont even wanna call these boys
(Lil' Flip)
down south I make em stop
'Cause under the Tec is a gooseneck
And a Glock 9 when he stops at the light
Pumpin' rides into the top in
South Side, South Side, South Side
South
Written by: James Ray, Montay Shine
West coast, East coast, Dirty south
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
telling basic lies, they got em ******* up
All they cards up on the table, yeah they ******* up
But if they think they bout to stop us, they got us f
Expect the unexpected, motherf***er, let's go, come on
Yeah, M E F, ha, ha, ha, ha, special guest
(F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***)
Ha, ha, ha,
everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f*** can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause
AS F*CK
I work hard I'm on my grind
I got yo back but who got mine
South sac city I’m reppin' that 9
I do look good and I did take time
I’m the design you
tight AS FUCK
I work hard I'm on my grind
I got yo back but who got mine
South sac city I'm reppin' that 9
I do look good and I did take time
I'm
creep where you sleep
Go to mass and you get shot
By a little freak
Yo talk is cheap
Guns for funds
Ya can’t stop whats inside my lungs
In Aztlan we be
Expect the unexpected, motherf***er, let's go, come on
Yeah, M-E-F, ha, ha, ha, ha, special guest
(F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***)
Ha, ha, ha,
on the anchovies
F
He won't stop! Hey!
Bb C/Bb C
Sammy he puts the tomato
C
On real thick! Hey!
Bb C/Bb C
Dante he puts all
one more time for just for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang,
make my way down south, and bash your f****** face in
With a godd*** mallet, your face'll be caved in
And the m*****f****** Flintstones will
East side, South side also get it popping
Got the bitches non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody
should've eased up
Wha' What Wha' you got me fed up, get up or shut the f up
You done f'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up
Like
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin',
me
Take
For niggas in the east start feeling me
Whats it gone take
For niggas in the west start feeling me
Take
For niggas in the south start feeling
then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?
[Snoop Dogg]
N**** you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
N**** if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
[Snoop Dogg]
N**** you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
N**** if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
to kill a muther f**ker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f**k.
Chances are
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