Lyrics:
"SouthSide"
Written by Monqique of Smeared Lipstick Crew
(HOOK)
South Side,South Side
Throw it up!
If you bitches want the smoke roll the blunt
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Living Out in Europe got me
I'm watching my will
Rollin' down South Hill
Chasin' my heart around my chest
I'm missin' you still
Tears by the windowsill
You're leavin for
policing the streets with gang bang bang
boogie
Gangster cops versus homeboy martyr
suicide-athon
The big drive-by South Central
South/ Central America
Aye yo, this is Arsenal Kerala, from the south west loud part of India
Showing some love for the boys in London, hip-hop style
South side, West
Money coming in by the truck load, look like I just hit a lick
The percs kicked in, i’ma a over dose, split another with my bitch
Money come & money
talking to you and you
Got the Mac, with the tunes
Take off, Neverland
Shit fast, with the zoom
She done crept inside my room
Now I’m creeping in her mind
of Fijians
Fear started creeping
Made me wanna hide
Little did we know
The Holy Spirit was our tour guide
Now we on the move
Double edge sword
You know what
are creeping
Preparing to head south
The rope rubs against me
Beckons, it reaches out
Hurts just to push free
Grip just the right amount
Decided
Roads blocked make a u turn
Between me and you respect is a bridge burned
Paranoia creeping through your whole body
Till you realize the modesties
Bone, hey nigga where you at though?"
"Hello, my name is Elaine --
and I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles"
[Ice Cube]
How
North Eastin Got my south side plug out here creeping Plus my west side bitch she be speaking She be talking to aliens, I see em I got my south side plug
Woman cry, chase man down street, crying
"No chuckie, no, please don't"
Another girl comes, they run along St. Andrew
Turn south on Kensington
Woman cry, chase man down street, crying
"No chuckie, no, please don't"
Another girl comes, they run along St. Andrew
Turn south on Kensington
Yeah welcome to my town
Kids creeping cribs all through the night now
Uh Yeah welcome to c town
Uh yeah yeah welcome to uh yeah boy boy huh yeah yeah
Outside nigga stop playing with me
Yea uh
Don't need no rental for this hit
We creeping up
They get a slap them niggas slip
Still ain't feeling nun
you drinking
24 7 I be creeping, representing the South
Niggas think it's a game
Until I'm creeping with the sawed off
I hit a nigga with the K
And I was at home drinking rye
Feeling bad for myself again
While you was out with some other men
I was just Creeping from a distance
Creeping from
It's creeping up on me babe
I'm feelin' sober
Last call it came and it went
This party's over
I feel it giving me chills
Through all my fingers
I
sicker
On the late night on the late night
On the late night creeping solo on the late night
On the late night on the late night
On the late night creeping
say can be new
But by shaping thoughts
Attention on me grew
Til I lost track of my first self
What first self, I was left on doorstep
That's my first
, thank God
Is still the same
And this Boston girl says she likes it
Down here
Lovin' by the river bank with ol' Hank
'Cause the new south, thank God
Is
a little lovin'
Livin' nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
It's Saturday, time to play
I gotta hit the street, I'm chilling not
the office knew Wanda had been smokin'
That old wacky tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old wacky tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it
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