Lyrics:
I'm ready to drop, shit be fifty a pop
You better let me know if you want it or not
Yo it's gonna be gone by the end of the day
'Cause shit from Y2K
red
Lit by the fire over our heads
Red sky turning round
Black rain falling down
If you've got love
You better hope that that's enough
Sandstorm cuts
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face, heapin' prayers on his head
Talk about the right place at the right time
All of us kids going down to the south side
Gotta fast car goin’ 95
Black and white, red lights
Talk about the right place at the right time
All of us kids going down to the south side
Gotta fast car goin’ 95
Black and white, red lights
Who talked about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru
And was found by a conquistador
Who took it to the emperor
And he passed it
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
(In the western sky)
(My kingdom come)
So still so dark all over Europe
And I ride down the highway 101
By the side of the ocean headed for
this bad, bad world I'm beginning to doubt
I'm alone and there is no one by my side
In the blackness of the night
I see a shadow passing by
Welcome to the Patapsco river
Welcome to the Patapsco
Welcome to the Patapsco river
Baltimore-East side (East side)
Baltimore-South side (South Side
Home again
And the streets are not much cleaner
And the quaint old south side scenery
Is quaint no more just older than before
Go up the stairs
I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a ride
For a phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side
I'm the last gas for an hour if
the hands of time
She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes
I got all I ever need when at girl is by my side
Everything I love is there inside
about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like
North Side East Side
West Side South Side
We ride on the DVRK SID3
We ride on the DVRK SID3
North Side East Side
West Side we ride
We ride
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
Rollercoaster ride that bitch
Soon or later sides gon' switch
You know Johnny got that itch
How many more of us gotta see the coroner?
Slain by the same badge,
home
Do you see the point that I'm getting at?
I'm not a racist, I'm statin' a fact
Blacks are actually prisoners of war
'cause while South Africa
west side in da air
Throw tha east side in da air
Throw tha south side in da air
Throw tha north side in da air
Oh yeah
American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless
raised in the south (raised in the south)
Country folk gon' ride on out (ride on out)
Now we're back roads cruising on a two path lane
Stopping by
We on the south side but North Phily though
Really though
Purp by the pound crack by the oz
I'm so fly all your hoes know me
It be me Oschi
Caddy truck
And time fly by you fast
Tryna ride til you crash ('Til you crash)
I said I couldn't pick a side
Good or bad cuz bein'
Bad felt good and bein' good
Ain't get
Me and my uncle went riding down
South Colorado, West Texas bound
We stopped over in Santa Fe
That being the point just about half way
And you know
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