Trae Tha Truth - Still on Da Southside lyrics

[Hook: Russell Lee - 2x] On the Southside Candy sprayed, looking so live 84's and vogues, we glide Screwzoo, you know we holding it down [Trae] I'm still low behind tints, swanging to Southwest A lot of sh** on my mind, still living the stretch Screw-U I miss you, ain't a damn thang changed To the day I'm deceased, I'ma rep the name Holding it down for the South, and the S.U.C Ahead of the pack, forever S.L.A.B And swanging 4's and vogues, low with T.V.'s The trunk popped up, and showing that I'm a G Out the Dirty Southside, of H-T-X In a throwback drop, or a four do' Lex With a throw away Glock, when a n***a got plex I'm fresh off the block, slow-mo in a Vet Peep game when I grip the grain, I'm off the chain Down the baseline, and cross over the lane Like A.I., my game is too fly Blue over gray, when I pa** on by I'm a B-E-T, and a Southwest thug Beat down the block, and banging on dubs Scrubs, back back give me fifty Cause wanna be thugs, don't get no love From the Maab or the click, Slow Loud And Bangin' From the beginning to end, I ain't never changing And the East to Westcoast, is what I'm ranging That candy blue, on locks that I'm staging Rearranging, your changing thoughts When I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars Like Randy Moss, I'ma play the field On the hunt for a mill, displaying my sk**s Southsive for live, repping my block My hood on fire, streets is on lock With the sh** that I got, I'm never gon stop For Screw I'ma punch the gas, to the top [Hook - 2x] [Trae] If I'm pulling out the garage, better believe it's mine And if the light is on me, then I'ma go on and shine Baller block n***as, on gla** when I hop the lane It's a damn shame, the way my top drop and swang My slab doubling, and n***as be thinking that it's a game Trae ain't the same, and leading the line like a train And I'm in the co*kpit, that glide like a plane When I'm on Fondren, I be heading down to Main Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock In a CMC, and low key from cops I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots I put about four G's, up in the stash spot Bleeding the block, at night when I get my cash And wood all on my dash, with leather under my a** 2-55, with full speed to mash When the bops on the block, I'm full speed to pa** Like Dizzy Young, cause I'm young and raw With no love for the law, that hate a young thug That's real in the streets, and never been fake With artillery, for n***as that I hate Cause I'm playa, ain't no way to knock that When it come to the click, you know I got that So you cats, better play the back field Cause I'm the homerun king champ, and I'm next to bat For the Dirty Southside, and the Wild Wild West When it quick to click, or putting the drama to rest I'm telling these cats, they don't wanna test Cause the click full of G's, just might cause a mess When they in black Houpes, and they ready to ride Believe me, G-Maab ain't playing no games I ride for the set, to the day I quit And if it ever come to that, then it's over mayn [Hook - 2x] [Trae] I represent for the Dirty 3rd, when I shake the block For P-A-T and Mafio, I'ma drop the drop Body rock and catch hot, when these haters jock And on top of that, watching these boppers bop On a G like Trae, since back in the day When I tip the Houpe, and flipped up Few Quay South Klique for life, with BJ And Lil' Shay My brother Jay'Ton, and the rest of S.K But now I'm in a first cla**, four do' slab Getting my shine on, and beating up the Ave Still on the Southside, got n***as mouth wide Piss me off, and I'ma f** up they inside Outside, when I let up my trunk Six fifteens, and yep they gon bump Think of touching my sh**, you bound to get stomped I ain't never been a punk, you chose to get dumped One deep or with a click, I'm still gon ball In a DTS, the screens is gon fall T-R-A-E, I play the game raw Fin to set this sh** off, with no time to stall For the Screw K3, they done dropped the chain And the guerilla got loose, that they tried to tame And now they feeling this one, from H-Town to Spain Now n***as in the game, be looking so lame When they see my 4's, running n***as out the way When I'm fresh out the Jag, on candy blue sprayed When I'm fresh out the Quay, on customized Six T.V.'s, banked up on MLK T-I-N-T, black on black I'm thoed So these n***as don't know, what I'm working with Or what I got inside, late night when I ride It's gangstafied, I know you feeling this [Hook - 2x] (Russell Lee) We gon hold it down, On the Southside Yeah, of H-Town, it goes down