Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Southside, artist - Common. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Southside |
| La, la, la, la, la — and e’rybody say |
| La, la, la, la, la — I know you, I know you… |
| I know you’re thinking, thinking that it must be |
| I’m a raw flow cause it never get rusty |
| I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me Bust somebody head, T.L.C. |
| where was we? |
| Still rock the prada 'fore that, rock the Starter |
| Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder |
| Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up We coming from the. |
| South (side), South (side) |
| South (side), South (side) |
| South (side), South (side) |
| South (side), Side of the Chi |
| The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars |
| I’m like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars |
| Burn cd’s with no regard for the stars |
| Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds and the arts |
| Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas |
| Now them niggas know I’m one of Chi-town's gods |
| We even yo, you’re still talking no cause |
| A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs |
| Your fly is open, McFly |
| The crowd is open I think I know why |
| I’m back from the future seen it with my own eyes |
| And yep, I’m still the future of the Chi |
| Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon |
| I knew that I couldn’t cop a coup with no coupons |
| Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes |
| People asking him, «Do you have any grey poupon?» |
| You in the building but the buildings falling |
| You wouldn’t be ballin’if your name is Baldwin |
| My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans |
| Back in school, ya’ll niggas you should call in August |
| Summer sun it goes down but I’m still revolving |
| Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling |
| If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin |
| With money in the bank like G. Rap, we’re calling |
| With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera |
| Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas |
| Can’t wait till they say, «Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars.» |
| Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie |
| Like when Em’played him and Mekhi played a rasta |
| Mexican don’t love it like it was for La Raza |
| But this is for the mobsters, Holla |
| We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters |
| Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel |
| Lean wit it, rock wit it, back like the disciples |
| Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle |
| You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle |
| Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It’like Michael |
| Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku |
| I write to 'Do the Right Thing’like Spike do Do crime fixed is crucial and trauma is psycho |
| La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la |
| La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la We’re coming from the… Hey! |
| Ya might have to spice it up Spice it up, spice it up, |
| Take your life and… |
| Yo, we’re coming from the… Hey! |
| We’re coming from the… Hey! |
| …and this concludes our Chicago show |
| Please stay tuned |