Lyrics:
policing the streets with gang bang bang
boogie
Gangster cops versus homeboy martyr
suicide-athon
The big drive-by South Central
South/ Central America
Blast Off
Hold up wait wait wait
Blast off
Take off
Blow it up
Yeah baby
Deep south boom bap by DJ Green
Let's go crazy
Blast off
Take off
Blow it
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle man)
I check it
trap that track
Got miles on the shoe imma flash by flash
Take care of the blind gotta hit that fact
Bleed blue anywhere with the south-side swag
Rap
motivate each other
Stand tall stay strong for each other
My brother stay by her side never leave her hanging be ready to ride
Support our Coretta with
to civilize you
Not walk on by you
Like civil-(lies do get you black listed) it'll
Be unlucky for you like a black cat
A panther
Revolution is the answer
the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four,
We’re cruising at the south side
Her smile
Is shining thru the city lights
So warm
The way she gazin at the sky
And I won’t
Leave gracie by herself
Yeah
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all
Mexicans black
Jamaicans black
Iranians black
Indians black
Hawaiians black
Puerto-Ricans black
Eskimos black
South-Americans black
Orientals black
cin't no player like a dirty south player
Cause them dirty south players rolling big
cin't no player like a Midwest player
Cause them Midwest players keep
Hmm, ah
I see a red door and I want to paint it black
No colors in my life, you better turn them black
I see them walking by dressed in their
on my fetti just to let you know
Strapped with rocks, reds, and camera's in my black fo'fo
On the east-side nigga trying to get me some paper
Lying
go when they die
the continent on the east side
of the ice mountians
is called krowe
on the continent of krowe
to the south is where
fairowe a king
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle man)
I check it
use a gun by the way
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
a matter of time before they come and get me
Having you by my side was never less than a felony
Now scream, shout till the whole damn world goes black
You
that underground south west side high it's a vibe come and ride many do or die, die
You aint even about that Nahhh
We from the school of hard knocks I
at? believe that, I need that, so ???? niggaz
On the south side get slack
Is it my last day, I don't knoe, but if I go
Put a blunt in my casket
heat
Niggas unload, I need another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine
ways
South, South East, West, south west, east
North, North east, North west
And the black and white images fade
To great sound waves
Track my
gone pass it down/
Told me out in Flint they go side to side
Out in cashville they go side to side
Up in G.I. they go side to side
South Carolina
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