Lyrics:
at rocks bullets cocked in the mid-day
Sun, you and me in the old jeep
Ridin' 'round town with our rifles on the front seat
Fun, you and me in the Middle
South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle
A kid got stuck for a buck under the trussle
Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart
goes
And he got jokes
Pull up anywhere he go
And he got smoke
And anywhere he go,
He got folks
To the south
Midwest to the Mid Atlantic
Young man with
Throwing 4s up, 7s up, that’s how we live
30s on the Wrangler Jeep and
That's just how it is
Yeah you know I got you
Young nigga smoke mid in the Club Liv
lyin, hit him on south street
Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep
Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat
Mid west, I see ya swingin' right
East coast, ya still shakin' right
Down south, I see your bouncin' right dirty
West coast, I know ya walkin' right
thang (Trunk rattle)
It’s a Mid west thang
Its a down south thang mane (Trunk rattle)
Let me hear the trunk rattle (Trunk rattle)
(Chea Ch-Chea Ch-Chea)
and small towns
Some have crossed the sea
The stokes always high and that is why
Mid-South's the best Grinder around
This is where your dreams, they all
gone off the lean again
Flip phone look like lean my man
Mid pack from Atlanta man
White 'Raris in Afghanistan
Shawty gone off the lean again
Flip phone
coast, West coast, North, South, Mid-west
There you have it, fuck it
Ahhhh, ha ha, fuck
First I'm looking at, I look at your strange ass bitch
beard no goatee
Walk around you don't know me
Ray Bans on a polo tee
And this dad hat case they photo me
This wagon here this for a G
This is not Jeep
where I'm coming from
From the streets of South central, Smooth bringing the heat
Something positive to listen to while bumping in your jeep
When your
Chorus till fade
(Master P talking)
To the motherfuckin south (the south)
to the west (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
to the motherfuckin
to me, tear drops and 6 speeds
Pink Beamer Jeep, same color as the lean
Icey icey nigga, frostbites up on my teeth
Shorty lean on me, flip phone on Gucci
South West or East
In we own zone when de lockdown cease
Call up you amiga, ven aca
Jump in ya jeep or roll up in ya car
Pool days be a substitute
Ah
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
This that so sick shit,
So sick south shit,
This that so sick shit,
So sick south shit,
I'm so throwed in da game,
So sick south shit country click
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
[Chorus: x2]
West-side niggas getting bout it,
I said East-side niggas getting rowdy,
Mid-west niggas getting bout it,
South-side niggas getting rowdy
Runnin with the wave get ya killed quick
But we don't no wave dump yo body in a lake bitch
Mid-West representer aint no ocean round my state trick
I do remember that we met at the longitude
Just when we’re stargazing the magic
Lying to south pole staring at the asteroid
I’m on my knees hold down
this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Niggas play this in their Rovers Jeeps and Regals
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we
this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Niggas play this in their Rovers Jeeps and Regals
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we
[Chorus: x2]
West-side niggas gettin' bout it,
I said East-side niggas gettin' rowdy,
Mid-west niggas gettin' bout it,
South-side niggas gettin'
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