Paul Wall - North 2 Tha South lyrics

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Paul Wall - North 2 Tha South lyrics

(*talking*) Whoa yeah, Lil' Flip the Freestyle King Hold up, from the North to the South Uh, uh, uh [Lil' Flip] Welcome to the South, where n***as ride 84 swangas Nothing but the screwed sh**, in they c.d. changers You know me, as I slide down the block Nothing but princess cuts, slide off my watch As I slide out my block, sipping Sprite syrup Wearing Iceberg, bout to hit the right curb I might swerve, when I'm under the influence They pull me over, but I got my license and insurance You know me, as I'm on six-ten In a big Benz, swangas poke like stick-ends Riding on chrome, with my Prime Co. phone I'm the Freestyle King, cause I'm sitting on my throne The Southside, we ride down MLK The Southside, turn three lanes to a one way The Southside, you gon get some gun play Hands in my pants, but my name ain't Al Bun-day [Hook: Chamillionaire] It ain't a game, we switching lanes Sitting on D's or swangs, gripping and squeezing grain See me, I ain't ashamed to throw up the set I claim It's a Northside Southside, Dirty South thang [Chamillionaire] We on lights that got word, choppers on block 'burbs Make sure that you lock your, Denali's and droppers Got nuts and got nerds, if you caught without your Heat in your boxers, no feathers they got birds Man I'm sitting crooked on a switch, and your misses wondering If she'd freeze her lips, if she kissed my wrist Top of the list top gun, tops for the drop got none Where they pop Don pop gun, and run when the cops come That's where I'm from, shrangle a grain swanging a lane where I hang Everyday thang, ducking the FED's busting the lead screens hang Nothing but rain, me and Lil' Twin always been like kin So we spend six to ten, six-ten crooked on sixteen Throw up your set and represent, like you ain't ashamed of it If you see me with a case, then I promise it ain't luggage You still on the same subject, and spitting the same rubbish Chamillion just came thuggish, don't act like you can't love it [Hook: Chamillionaire] [Paul Wall] My neighborhood mean-mug, cause we be acting a grouch 20 inches squatting lower, than a midget that crouch We leaning with a slouch, on a European made couch I'm a walking night club, cause there's a disco ball in my mouth You better not come out the house, if you afraid of the dark My advice is not to park your car, next to the park And if you ain't got no bite, then you better not bark Cause on my block, you'll be like raw meat surrounded by sharks Hold up, them Hollywood hooligans at it again If you owe nine, your best bet's to bring back ten Me and Twin hitting licks, way up in Memphis 10 Go to sleep at 9:59, back on the grind at ten Look out, I got a snowstorm on every tooth I got clumsy screens that stumble, and fall down from the roof Paul Wall act a guerilla, when it come to my loot If you's a hater kiss my boot, till you puke it ain't cute [Hook: Chamillionaire] [Slim Thug] Last but not least, off the Northside streets Be the Mr. Slim Thug, the Boss capish You wanna hustle on my block, you gotta ask for permission Break the rules on my block, and you'll come up missing Ain't no games being played, just big money getting made You come short on that North, and somebody getting sprayed We real G's no fakers, balling like the Lakers By any means necessary, we getting paper Not in the Rap-A-Lot mafia, but I roll with a mob I cash a check everyday, but I ain't got no job I'm a hustler a thug n***a, born and raised If I don't get nothing else, Slim don't get paid Nawfside representer, wrist cold like the winter Main attraction when I enter, standing tall like a center Boss Hogg representer, from the North to the South H-Town to D-Town, we break boys off uh [Hook: Chamillionaire - 2x]

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