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(*talking*) |
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Dirty South, Houston Texas |
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4 million strong, CMG, 2003 man |
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The young Don man, representing |
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This how we ride man, Southside |
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Northside, sing it.. |
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(Hook: Z-Ro) |
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When we ride, it's for the Southside |
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(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside |
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It's for the Southside, yeah |
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(Lil' Keke) |
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The party over here, the party up over there |
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Southside lighting up, Saturday night I swear |
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Take a trip to Richmond, down to Westtown |
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When your chick driving, I pull up behind her |
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Look at the scene, look at the hoes |
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Look at the Dubs look at the 3's, look at the 4's |
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We gon wild out, till we fall out |
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Catch a freak get on, nigga that's no doubt |
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I'm the Dirty South lover, undercover brother |
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Getting my chips, don't change for nan nother |
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Bumping and talking, but that's okay |
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Have your weapon loaded up, cause we coming your way, hey |
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(Hook) |
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When we ride, it's for the Southside |
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(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside |
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It's for the Southside, yeah |
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And we get high, with the Northside |
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(with the Northside), with the Northside yeah |
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With the Northside, yeah |
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(Z-Ro) |
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When we ride, it's for the South and for the Northside |
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Boppers bopping when they see us, they open they mouth wide |
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We them goodfellas, running the city block to block |
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Herschelwood to Havistock, Vetapen to Scot |
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It don't stop, we get blowed all day long |
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Brothers got two or three Nextels, steady using a pay phone |
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Cause them people, be tapping into our conversations |
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If they catch us with that herb, we facing incarceration |
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If it's on the low, I love the sound of that |
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Plus if it's headbanger, I'ma sco' a pound of that |
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Z-Ro the phenomenon, and Lil' Keke the Don |
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S.U.C. smoking on cabbage, from dusk till dawn |
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That's for the sets my friend, it's no plex again |
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We all united in my city, like we all Mexicans |
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We all about our bread, candy blue or the red |
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Forever dangerous we bust heads, our city is FED ha |
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(Hook) |
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(Lil' Keke) |
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Glock 9, y'all niggaz gon make me pop mine |
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Back up lil' daddy, ain't no way you could stop mine |
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Drop mine, at the drop of a dime |
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Open up your ear, I'ma drop another line |
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It's bout time, now the road is clear |
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Got the tinted up Range, rolling up in the rear |
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We bout six or seven deep, when we pull from the mansion |
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Here come big 2, crawling up Avalanching |
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Big T, watching out no slipping |
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Cock the hammer back, if they breathe start tripping |
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CMG fall off, nigga it's no never |
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Call your boys call your click, we down for whatever |
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Suit yourself mayn, but we roll leather |
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Air Force 1's, throwbacks in this weather |
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H-Town, and it ain't nothing but love |
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I get high with the North, say what's up Slim Thug |
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(Hook) |
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(*talking*) |
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Southside yeah, Northside |
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This how we ride man, this how we roll man |
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Yeah what, CMG nigga, 2000 and 3 |
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I'ma try and look at you, a little bit out here |
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You understand, check it what |
