Chingo Bling - Southside Thang (feat. Paul Wall & Fat Pat) lyrics

(Chingo Bling) We in your door, culero And my nuts gon' hang Southside Chorus: Carnival Beats "Be all in your door cause it's a southside thang I'm rollin' down in my Lincoln My nuts gon' hang, I be all Be all in your door cause it's a southside thang I'm rollin' down in my Lincoln My nuts gon' hang, I be all" -- Fat Pat (Verse 1) Southeast in Grandeau Where them boys don't run I done swang, I done swung, H-town's where I'm from Pack big chrome dummy Got King Kong money That bobblehead mixtape, ringtone money Grandeau to Pasadena, Grease Point To Cavalcay Yeah, these Mexicans gettin' paid, comin' down in Escalade, we ball Spades of braids Still repin' Monterey Valle Hermoso, Taumaulipas, that's where all my peoples stay (Mexico) When I hit the script I see some chicks that I used to hit Samantha Tattoo of a panther, I smashed her Top-drop dancer, fine hoe romancer She ain't talkin' about no money, then I can't answer Hey Nas Hey Nas We heard what you said You just mad cause we hoggin' all the bread, this sh** ain't dead Down here, these boys wreckin' microphones, we abuse it These ain't Hip hop records, this is Country Wreck Music You losin' Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 2) Take the mind of Russell Simmons, controversy of E! Mix it up with Master P, now you purchasin' me Who that is, Chingo Blingo, oooh, that the boy out the south Got the red, white and green bling-bling in his mouth Like Slim, he do gloss on everything that he floss And I know the FEDS love to take Pics of his house Pudgy putos can't Get him, cause Chingo ain't In 'em, I 22-inch' spin 'em, choppin' boards like a blender I'm a throw Hoe-getter, super dope flow spitter Throw a MySpace party at Toyota Center This for All my Mexicans in the pen, gettin' swole If they gave y'all parole, I go Twenty times gold Cause the Southside holdin' Northside holdin' They Can't Deport Us All That's the motherf**in' slogan I'm a rep it real hard And put it on the Billboard Green paper, brown face is what I'm in it for Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 3: Paul Wall) I'm in this Lone Star State of Texas, what it do Representin' 713 all that way to that 512 210 214 409, I'm tippin' down Wavin' hood, all through the hood, I'm grippin' wood and blowin' pine H-Town, the funky town, (???) home, the stop six 5-9 down to the valley, that's screwtape, all in the mix Stayin' licks and tintin' fours, I'm flippin' vogues, I'm sittin swole' Sittin' Sidewayz on that bu*ter Heated up I'm on a roll Come in down my slab, hoe Screens on and neons lit Grillin' women and frolicin' I'm must admit, that I'm the sh** Cadillac is what I flip Texas tea is what I sip (???) is what I tip Expensive Taste all on my lip Breakin' 'em off, I'm ridin' dirty, I'm chunkin' deuce with the Lil' Keke Paul Wall and Chingo Bling, slammin' trunks like Jailgreen Swisha House, yeah, that's my team Jolly dang, it's why I bling Throwed in the game, if you know what I mean I start to ching, this reign supreme