Trae Tha Truth - Southside lyrics

(*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 sh** up in your deck The architect designer, hustler slash rhymer Candy paint n***as, I'm the base like primer What big timer, Big Mello Big thang n***a, 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, n***as 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 k**ers 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 n***a b**h n***a, I'm digging your ditch Giving out dome calls, leaving everybody wigless I'm gonna, give a n***a 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, f** y'all n***as I'm one of a kind, and ain't no b**h 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 f**ing 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, for real that ain't no lie With Dougie D and Z-Ro, we making a pay to break bread If somebody f**ing with Big Mello, my slug hit em in they head Ain't no disrespecting my team, or my team'll get aggravated All you mark a** motherf**ers better duck, or you infiltrated [Ghetto] See I'm a Dirty South talker, philly blunt sparker Telling hoes to come on down, like Bob Barker Never been a stalker, man f** a b**h All a b**h can do for a pimp, is make me rich Hit the switch in a mothership, with bump in the trunk I ain't tripping on no haters, I got that pump in the trunk And I'm ready to dump, up on a b**h a** n***a Cause ain't no Blood'n or Crip'n, cause we from Texas n***a sh** we all about, our cash flow Don't play no games, or you'll end up with a tag up on your big toe It's that n***a Mello, and that n***a Ghetto Coming through your backdo', b**h what they hitting fo' Some playas, down here Don't bring your girl, cause we hot p**y slayers down here Done hooked up with my n***a Daz Dili', from the motherf**ing West Burning holes in you n***as chest, like you was smoking on some stress Or that bomb-bomb, n***a from Vietnam n***a ring the motherf**ing alarm, cause it's on I got my n***a JJ, in a zone n***a motherf**er, tell that b**h to bring it on I don't know why, n***as wanna try but try But the only think I know, that your n***as'll die If they f**ing, with the KMJ click If you don't like it, get up off the Southside dick b**h [Cl'Che] If you wonder where I'm at, this guerilla at I'm shining in your face, if you haven't seen me yet I'm a Southsi' for li', hot girl Rocking with the Big Mello, and the Crooked Z-Ro Quick to break the hoes, off While we dropping tops, we got you dropping your mouth Cl'Che representing for the South, the Dirty South Ask that Q, these haters put em in line Big Mello above the Cl', Z-Ro on the side of Cl' So I'm telling you, ain't none of that getting close to Cl' I play with big boys, that move them big thangs C.D.'s and LP's, so we can get a bigger name KMJ, we gon stick to your brain like cement Gla** get em Monroe, we flyer than bird sh** It's me, now tell me what you see A list mouth motherf**er, with a cold mouthpiece R.I.P. to my G's and chicks, we still swanging them do's Candy riding on 4's, and n***as polishing they golds Down here, Southsi' for li' Houston Texas, just to make it all clear