Lyrics:
Where do all the hippest meet? (South Street, South Street)
Where the dancin' is elite (South Street, South Street)
Side by side we're loose
Where do all the hippest meet? (South Street, South Street)
Where the dancin' is elite (South Street, South Street)
Side by side we're loose
I'm chillin' with yo bitch down on south street
Got her going dumb with her mouth deep
Chillin' with yo bitch down on south street
Got her going dumb
I bust right i bust a left now i ranned into fuking trol
In these south side streets niggas will flip you for a 36 on gp
In these south streets
It’s 10pm on South Street
And I’m writing (Writing)
Pull up shop at the ethik
And I’m swiping (Swiping)
Pull up to Lorenzo’s
Cop a big slice
I’m
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
never give up, my friend
49 South Street!
Es el barrio que nos vio nacer
Semillas que vimos florecer
In my hood never give up, my
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast
Southeast this is the south streets
Southeast this is the south streets
Council housing
Flats stacked nicely
the summer heat
But when you turn up by the south street
The tint lights up my black and white
I don't believe in the fate they say
I keep awake in the tipsy
In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick.
South Street Romford, shopping arcade
Got a Razzle magazine, I never paid
Inside my jacket and away
Bring back Nelson Mandela
Bring him back home to Soweto
I want to see him walking down the streets of South Africa
Tomorow
Bring back Nelson Mandela
Find a plane ticket, come right now
South Beach, when the sun go down
South streets with the sun roof down
South streets with the sun roof down
down south yo street
Rollin' past midnight on E
Comin' down south yo street
We gon' ball 'til we fall, on me
Runnin' down south yo street
Comin' down
town, down south street
Cuz she be busy, she got her shit poppin' You don? ever see her on South
Street? She forever at Ishcabizzles And it take 3
lost half my mind - I'm high!
Thinkin like what if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a stop on a red light at South Street
I catch a parade goin by,
the truth,
The whole truth and nothing but the truth (top notch bitch)
I came to represent for the south
In the streets and in the booth (hold up)
I came
Me and you used to run free
We'd spend our nights on South Street
Nobody would see us 'til the morning
Now my days won't pass by
Your name echoes in
to Baltimore
South Street in Philly
Boston
I know
Somebody needs to help us
Give us
Just give us a chance
Somebody
Brothers across the nation
You got
and pour out half
Make room for Jack, fill it up with Jack and it was
Oh oh
Yeah, were kings and queens
Oh oh
Cruising South Jackson Street
Oh oh
Bitch I'm a south linden baby
Got the streets going crazy
Bitch im a south linden baby
Got the Streets going crazy
Bitch im ah south linden baby
Got
stop so I had to leave
And now I'm walking down on South street it's a Friday night
When I bump into a couple friends who ask me if I got a light
I
but you not a soldier
Im on south street finna go pour up
Oh he want beef need to get sewed up
Oh he want heat now it gets colder
It get cold like
an empty lifeguard chair off of south street
With a perfect view of the moon
Rising high above the dunes
All that it's missing is me and you
You can bring
Cable
Payment plans pornography south street bar lobotomies I'm down
The pigs rolled up the mud the snorting
Cuffs snug tight the post-it suicide
Finch
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