Lyrics:
Step Savage baby, he's International
95 South, North soundboi dope running
Always on the move, always into something
360-degree, 3D compass jumpin
out the fire, get caught by the nine
Run through alley ways all in Cherry Bay
It's real in the field, either kill or be killed
Like BG so they got
brother's glock
And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot
Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
I got high for three years off
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
[ Havoc ]
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South - Central - Madness
[ Prode'je ]
Hoo-ridin in
I'm groovy, I'm cooling, I'm chilling, I'm flexing, the man in the south
Shine bright, real niggaz know what i'm talking about
What we talking about,
[Three Minutes and Fourteen Seconds of an instrumental]
Yo man, a nigga gotta say SOMETHIN' to this track man,
I hate to interrupt y'all boys
blowin' good on that dro that's me
Dirty south, straight country, 105 that's me
[jbo]
See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye
That he's
Four, three, two, one
Yeah
Yeah
Heh heh
Uh
Yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop t' the floor
T' the floor, t' the floor
In the rhyme on the twine with my
took
Then documented it in his book
How these niggas shook the world with the hook
Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac
Now GIT, don't let
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
If you real, won't you go and throw your hood up
And if you skurred, all you bitches gotta raise up
Then off to the south, the streets would
down by the ocean
(Ocean ocean)
All the fellas be sweatin', goin' out of they minds
'Cause them girls be so fine down south in the summer time
Halter
the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay
the back
Of his big black Cadillac
The next day, the O-G wasn't playin' no ball
'Cause he took her to the mall
Buyin' everything from skirts to boots
face, never need a skee taste
Knockin off codeine by the case
[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless
South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggas is
Drug through
the pair, by the three (By the pair)
Chopper soundin' like a snare in a beat (Like a snare)
I'm from the A, I love your ass, it's a peach (Peach)
Where I'm
wet & slippery
And I drove that Cadillac, yessir
I drove it right into the ...
middle of the night
I hit a hundred twenty-three
And I drove that
D, and I shot the other three
The truth is, the wealth and power held the gun to his head
He had the choice to kill his friend or live and die in
good
Acres Home, Studewood, 3rd and 5th wish a nigga would
Sunnyside, South Park, tell me something good
Nothing but love for my city, ain't no
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