| Now what you niggas know about the dirty South
|
| Nigga you spit the wrong shit you gettin' spurred in the mouth
|
| Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up
|
| Introduce 'em to the Glock 1−9, beat 'em up
|
| Who in the muthafuckin' house y’all, the Gulf Coast
|
| Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke
|
| Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit
|
| The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit
|
| And shut you down, bitch
|
| I represent from all angles of the south
|
| From S.A. to M-I-A, we in the house
|
| Knockin' busta muthafuckas out
|
| So what you sayin'
|
| If you for real about this Goddamn game
|
| You’d say you playin'
|
| So what you claimin'
|
| Peep the game that’s bein' spit
|
| Tell dem niggas who ain’t listenin'
|
| That Southside’s the shit
|
| I’m screamin' «Dirty South»
|
| While I’m chuckin' up my deuce
|
| Dedicated to my down ass niggas
|
| The South trues, the Southside
|
| Southside, nigga what, nigga southside
|
| Bitches comin' down from outta town
|
| With they mouth wide open
|
| Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin'
|
| Off the candy paint, drippin'
|
| Elbows and vogues slippin'
|
| Lookin' for sumtin' to happen
|
| And thinkin' that these streets are cool
|
| And I’m the fool to show 'em 'round
|
| 'Cuz I be rappin'
|
| That’s when I let 'em know
|
| Ho, there’s no southern hospitality
|
| 'Cuz when dey get here
|
| Then the southern fatality
|
| I ball
|
| Wit a group of niggas when it’s time to do a job
|
| Fuck these groupie bitches smokin' drankin' with the squad
|
| Because it gets crazy after dark
|
| They keep they hands on they gun
|
| From 5th ward to South Park
|
| The Southside
|
| Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes
|
| Money to fold, afterparties and shows
|
| That’s how it goes in this dirty hole
|
| Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that uhh
|
| (Niggas ain’t playin' in Texas)
|
| Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble Lexus
|
| In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack
|
| That’s our thang
|
| Niggas got game and you slang like main
|
| I been around the world and I-I-I-I
|
| Love my Southside niggas
|
| I don’t know man
|
| I don’t know why, why
|
| We some live ass niggas
|
| Makes no sense how they pimp in the Chi
|
| I’m gone ball from the H to the M 'til I die
|
| A-T-L, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live
|
| In between New Orleans, shit, we 'bout it and high
|
| Come on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Southside , by - Scarface. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп