Lyrics:
This for all the players in this thing
Crank this in the ride for me
Toast to all the players in this thing
Raise your glass high for me
Yeah I
get high by myself, I don't need no one else
My bank account on tilt, these rookies like to steal
Mad 'cause I know the deal, life of a outsider
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
a little lovin'
Livin' nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
It's Saturday, time to play
I gotta hit the street, I'm chilling not
Fuckin yo bitch in the South Lot
I slide it in with a slot shot
She grab on my piece it go dot dot dot
Big bois back and we never stop
Fuckin yo
I am lonely lonely lonely
I am lonely lonely in my life
I am lonely lonely lonely
God help me, help me to survive
Remember first time we met
i’m clapping on her cheeks
While i’m at seagate beach
Cause it get warm like south west florida
Pulling up to naples high school,
With the crew
Tigers
What's up y'all? It's the mean-ster green-ster
This should be played in residential neighborhoods
Clubs, cars, at high volume
Get (?) wodies,
really should
Try and back door me
Swear to God wish a bitch would
How can you hate one me, I stay by my lonely
I smoke weed, I get high
3.5 In my wood,
two-steppin', laying back no stretcher
Going places in the side, by land on the highs
Redline representer, Queen City turn ya' out
This for the three
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inches high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
I am lonely lonely lonely
I am lonely lonely in my life
I am lonely lonely lonely
God help me help me to survive!
Remember first time we met
Yeah, that's right mayne (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Comin' from the north, but my heart is in the south
Jammin' Screwtape after that Mystic Styles
the schoolyard, no report card because I'm larger than life
Clothes smokey, eyes shining, 'cause I'm high as a kite, fuck it
High school teachers I'm a man
Sitting by myself at a railway station underneath the sunset sky
The birds are flying south to a warmer location
And autumn's leaves are waving
tail grows
I turn my face up to the sky
I thank the Lord for every cloud that rolls on by
I get this feeling nobody knows
Way down south where the fox
flying high, yeah, I be flying high, yeah
Take a sip revive, take a trip to the down south, yeah
I be flying high, can't you tell from my red eyes?
said.
So let them go to saturn...that's
Where they'll learn instead.
Because black and white
Together is right...
And white by itself is
An egotistic elf.
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
"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
on the south side
You don't have to be lonely
You don't have to be lonely
Downtown you be living out your best life
Margaritas by the pool in the night sky
You
I Stay On the corner of despair
Just South of hope
Where faith is far fetched
High Spirits stay broke
We all Lost souls in search of direction
keep an eye on Jessica
South along the Hudson
She'll turn the radio high
Find a station playing sad, sad soul
Just a little bit louder now
South
you ain't really the homie (woo)
Bitch, I'll leave you by your lonely (yeah)
L-i-e and now you back on your lonely (yeah)
Fuck with me and now you
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