Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Southside, artist - C-NoteDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
On The Southside |
| What’s the deal world, it’s that boy Big T |
| The million dollar hook man, you know I’m tal’n bout |
| Southside O.G. |
| fa real, my partna C-Note and |
| Lil Flip, fin to tell y’all how we do it, on the Southside |
| You know we been doing it deep, Dirty South man |
| Blood sweat and tears with this game mayn |
| Know I’m tal’n bout, now we fin to let y’all know how |
| We ride, C-Note and Lil Flip, Cloverland G’s baby |
| Know I’m tal’n bout, this how it go down baby |
| On the Southsiiiiiiiide |
| That’s how we ride |
| On the Southsiiiiiiiide |
| Candy paint, looking kinda clean |
| Fresh throwback, looking kinda mean |
| C-Note and Lil Flip, be on the scene |
| See we trying to stack, that Clover green |
| Ball in the daytime, ball in the night time |
| It really don’t matter, we ball at the right time |
| See me in the Benzo, sitting on Lorenzo’s |
| Smoking with my kin folk, with a tight dime |
| I floss through MLK (MLK) |
| I floss through S-A (S-A |
| I floss through South Park, and then Hiram Clark |
| Then I hit the breaks |
| My pockets, keep the mumps |
| Bobbing and weaving, and popping trunks |
| Texas boys, just ain’t no punks |
| Watch a nigga run, when I bust the pump |
| I’m bout that paper though |
| Before I go broke, I’ll break your hoe |
| Stand on the cut, and I’ll push the snow |
| Pull up on Sprewells, and I’ll take your hoe |
| Uh-oh uh-oh, that’s Screwed Up Click |
| We always doing, that Screwed Up shit |
| Then we be sitting, in money pits |
| Steady be dropping, them platinum hits |
| Bitch this is Screwed Up music |
| Bitch niggas, don’t confuse it |
| We lay back, in made backs |
| Bitch nigga, this is Screwed Up Houston |
| Snitch niggas, don’t abuse it |
| All real, would like to fuse it |
| Flash that, and back to act a track |
| Cause that’s, just how we do it |
| Down here, we smoking green |
| We drinking purple, and riding red |
| Better watch your head, cause I’m chasing bread |
| I can’t wait till AK, get out the FED |
| So we can do a track, and count paper stacks |
| I push Cadillacs, with fifth wheels in the back |
| I done took that hoe, to the shop |
| Now that bitch, candy black |
| I can’t do that shit, music fast |
| I can screw that shit, if she got some ass |
| I’ll screw that shit, and after that |
| Nigga you know my style, I never knew that bitch |
| I’m from the Southside, I’ll leave your mouth wide |
| When I pull up, in that Benz |
| On twenty-twen-twins, I mean 20 inch Lorenz |
| Watch the money that you spend |
| You trying to impress, your friends |
| You can’t afford that dro, go back to them 3-for-10's |
| The robber done closed down, so niggas doing bad |
| So if you get caught slipping my nigga, that’s your ass |
| We still fucking with Johnny, cause we making bigger money |
| You making that local money, I’m making that Jigga money |
| When I made it you should of said, yeah my niggas done it |
| The reason I turn my back, cause y’all niggas fronted |
| It’s Flip and C-Note, we some Clover G’s |
| I’m the first nigga in the hood, with yellow rocks in my piece |
| That’s the way we do it nigga, we the Screwed Up Click |
| You fuck around with me and C, and we gon shoot up shit |
| We hustled in this street game, we hustled for the street fame |
| We busting with this heat mayn, knock you out your seats mayn |
| From cake face to big mayn, we wrecking in these streets mayn |
| But most up in these niggas brains, just like them clicks mayn |
| But now them in the ground, cause we bust them niggas down |
| First niggas out they town, to put it down with this Screwed Up sound |
| I know my piece shine bright, I know my teeth shine bright |
| Like a headlight through the night, I know I’m gonna live my life |