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Southside

アーティスト:Big Mello  アルバム:The Gift 

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(feat. Z-Ro, Trae, Cl'Che, Ghetto) (talking:) What uh, Southside for li' What, H-Town baby come on (Big Mello:) Watch me come through, tal'n bout what it do Hop out who-do, trunk knock with that Screw Ain't nothing changed, see I'm still true blue Hit my licks, but I keep em on the cool huh I'm a damn fool huh, KMJ the crew Already heavy like a Cheve, bout the feddy On scrill break limits, shred rappers like confeddi Grip the damn grain, pinky ring keep it steady I'm the body rocker, represent the Southside Even when I'm high, keep that money on my mind So I grind, T on my side we gotta shine Hoes gon mind, cause they know the ice blind All the time, see I gotta wreck Cash a damn check, keep my shit up in your deck The architect designer, hustler slash rhymer Candy paint niggaz, I'm the base like primer What big timer, Big Mello Big thang nigga, stack big pesos Me and Z-Ro, J and Geno On the Q track, keep the flow so thoed I'ma body rock ya, from your head to your toe Boys can't see, Mello and Z-Ro Only at the show, late night video Hiram-Clarke/Mo City, what Mafioso (Z-Ro:) Ridgemont 4 representer, niggaz wonder where I went Bending corners in a Intrepid, fo' do' behind tint Making stacks upon stacks upon stacks, of B. Franklin Anybody running up on KMJ, will be stanking I might be shermed out, I might be smoking on that drizzo Anyway it go, I'm still gon put a tag on your big toe Ask Eugene, we killers with automatic machine Knocking over walls when we crawl, keeping our mug on mean If you got a sensitive side, get up out my ride Cause it's sho to be some pistol play, probably homicide If you's a snitch nigga bitch nigga, I'm digging your ditch Giving out dome calls, leaving everybody wigless I'm gonna, give a nigga a headstone Cause I'm after my paper, mama say go get it even though she dead and gone Smoke and dranking with alphabets, to tighten my lip With a dirty gar beam for busters, hitting em right in they hip I'm a guerilla, do anything it take to make scrilla Even if one of my own gotta fall, fuck y'all niggaz I'm one of a kind, and ain't no bitch got my mind I don't need a relationship, as long as I got my nine (Trae:) Tell me the truth, why do these cats be thinking that they could be fucking with us Really though I don't know, but they don't wanna be running with us I'm out that Southsi' for li', for li' until I die KMJ coming up out of the storm,


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