(feat. Lil Flip, Errin) 



[talking] 

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 



[Hook x2: Errin] 

On the Southsiiiiiiiide 

That's how we ride 

On the Southsiiiiiiiide 



[C-Note] 

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 



[Hook x2] 



[Lil Flip] 

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 



[Hook x2] 



[Lil Flip] 

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 



[C-Note] 

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 



[Hook x2]