Lyrics:
niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof
The blunt got a live purple haze in it,
Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin you
Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew
Bring out the best in you
Confessin true lies about your inner
then I'm snatchin' her purse
Port city baddie, i just wanna fuck
City too crazy, so I keep it tucked
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Talk on my bro's
it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
'Cause
"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
replied
Scruffy nigga but he be flying
Ride around in two-seater ride
I'm a bitch's dream
If I was you I wouldn't sleep on me
Just to live the other night I
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
"You got one. You need another right now?"
Two sweets rolled, Cocoa butter right now
Shout to my crew stayin' down right now
No make-up, Never clown
a Muslim nowadays
Inside my lab, I'm going mad
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag
The blue is for the Crips, the red is
a blessin' through
Sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
Wreckin' Crew bring out the best
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew
Flashing her eyes, party in the sticks
Grippin the bottle since we were kids
Homie step dad put out fires
Made to save lives, can't ever retire
Back yard
[Verse 2]
(Pooh-Man)
I got to her house around 4 nigga feel me
While she was rollin' up a blunt
I was sittin there sippin on some remmy
Victoria's secret
at the bar you know I need them pronto
Live a boss life and me I’m head honcho
Only live once we live by the motto
Americano(4x)
(VERSE)
In the v.i.p bring
keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it
Descendant made of early natives
That were captured
the drums
Tony on the ones and the twos
Times a fuckin' ton, that's what Tony do
I cough up a lung up on my only shoes, lonely dude
When the homies
parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit uhh
Young Nigga get that
roll VIP
Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub
Nothing but coke bottles poppin' in the club
Five-star restaurant, table for two
You get
gonna break through
Everyone popping them bottles and popping them shotguns
I look at my life it's getting so hot son
I logged on my insta and liked
girlfriends call
if she don't get off until two (we got all night long)
I finally show up at 4:30 am
and I still have to drop my crew off (but i'll be back)
now
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
For the babies that will be born in greatness
Look to the world look to changing
Live with life forever engaging
This moment that we're placing
C'mon
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