Lyrics:
[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
gonna tell us where we are
South by south west
Two miles from town
I can't get out
I can't look down
If you can hear
If you're around
I'm over
lied as I whispered, "mañana"
For our tomorrow never came
South of the border, I rode back one day
There in a veil of white, by candlelight, she
I'm strong enough,
I might hurt your feelings,
My feelings are already hurt by being here with you,
Well, I was walking down the street with your
the light, you must die
Forgotten children conform a new faith
Avidity and lust controlled by hate
Never-ending search for your shattered sanity
Souls
There's a sunny little country south of Mexico
Where the winds are gentle and the waters flow
But breezes aren't the only things that blow
In El
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
North side, east side, west side
Ahuh, ahuh, huh
South side
Aye, come in my ride, come by
Ahuh, ahuh, huh
North side, east side, west side, aye
Yeah,
he worked the land
By the sweat of his brow, the callus of the his hand
Couldn't do it by himself naw his kids had to help
All nine, all day, all
The fog moves down
A blanket on the shore
And so go I
I'll walk forever more
Aimless in my obstinacy
Caught within a bind
I sit by the door
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan
Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from?
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan
South side
South side
Try to label us as felons
But we gotta change the tide
East side
East side
Done with cops homicides
For your race you gon' ride
West
He ran his wife Lurleen in his place and she won by a landslide.
He's most famous as the beligerant racist voice of the segregationist south,
Standing
Radio news
Original 2P.M. dey here so
Radio news continues
Militant (Ah)
Militant (Ah)
Label us people dem militant (Ah)
South side people dem
was like Chris & Poon was my daddy
Now that's some A-town shit if i ever heard it
Every word dirty bird like Patrick Kerney
Take it step by step in this
Let's get back to the congregation
I got a couple words for y'all
Ha, I'm not preachin' though
Ha, yeah, y'all not feelin' me
I'm in a class by myself
by for a week or two
I wanna see the sun settin' on you
We can get some tan line tattoos
Drop a lime in a made-in-Mexico beer
Somewhere south
times,
Hipnotised by the cutie.
The day I met her she poured me a drink
And another
And another
I start to think
Is she trying to intoxicate me?
Little
the south
She be, falling for me falling for me like she gone drown
Step in the pool, and let your hair down
We play by different rules, get a head count
safely get me home (don't worry baby)
Meet me on the south side
Getchu home by midnight
Make sure dat yo daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I
living in the south side
Zuzuarregui Nights
Got my dawgs and knights
With my second lover living in the north side
Got the K's with me, we be flyin' high
through the sand
All the way to peace beyond war
(One, two, three, four)
But the trap of time in store will leave you waiting by the door
With a map that
cases in the south
Rather go Big Tuck in the house
Rather be levitating from the ground
I just been medicated now my left brain getting numbed out by
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
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