DFW to LAX 

from LAX back to DFW 

check this out, I'm a Souf' West rhymer and a Souf' West rider 

check this out 

(south, south, south, south...) 



[Chorus:] 

People won't stop he's flaming hot 

ooh, the boy's on fire 

like collard greens with extra hot sauce 

I'm a Souf' West rider 

People wont stop he's flaming hot 

ooh, the boy's on fire 

like collard greens with extra hot sauce 

I'm a Souf' West rider 



[Verse 1:] 

new school lyrics and an ol' school twang 

watch P.E.A.C.E. lyrically gang bang on these crews 

who don't know how to move 

fast and troop, like a dashing coupe 

my styles have you in a position where you can't recoup 

you awaken in midair between two loose 

???, put your mind in rotation 

there's no preparation to rock the brain 

dipped a body in propane, striked a match against the flame 

ain't it a shame? 

I'm dippin' in the fast lane in a black van 

proper rims and bomb ass bass 

camera with detachable face 

when the sun hits my shit it's like glossy 

I run a hundred and fifty five horseys 

step back up off me 

who are you? who? 



[Verse Two:] 

I'm a fancy vocal habit 

yes, Nancy hoped and grab it 

less than nothin', bluffin', like she ain't sufferin' 

I know how it go 

when you're broke you roll slow 

when you're rich you speed and shit 

but I ain't supposed to flow 

what? you sure? you's a lie 

I'mma do that every chance I get, though 

spit all you in a ??? 

now how does it feel to be put in a miss, oh 

you did it to me, I'mma do it for you 

eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth 

I'm gonna make a real supper for you 

you can saddle up and ride I'm a ????? 

or you can stick around and await your doom 

just tell Rufus here what you want on your tomb 

two hours later, in a saloon 

poker playin', piano man's pushin' tunes 

prostitutes are swayin' props, brushes and brooms 

now I check out what happened when it took a chime for noon 

grabbed my sasprilla and I stepped outside 

I noticed immediately it was mighty quiet 

?? got my horse and ready to ride 

and something told P.E.A.C.E. to look to his right 



Oh, you gon' feel me, here have a sock(?) 

I back up three or four feet, them lead buckles and a body drops 

stupid motherfucker wanna steal from P.E.A.C.E. 

and get a deal and go out on a rhyming spree 

hell, no, not at my expense 

man, I'm tellin' you I'm tired of this 

now you gon' make me react on some violent shit 

don't try to get your punk ass where I'm tryin' to sit 

and when I speak on it, you wanna hit me with the nonsense 

but if I clutch you upside your head, I get all the proper responses 

and you know how to find this 

cool wit' what I do, I ain't lying this is all true 

I'm honest, oh, you gon' feel me 



uh huh 

I'm a Souf' west rider 

uh huh 

I'm a Souf' west rider 



well, I'm riding on an elephant 

from LA to the South 

y'all relax 

'cause I'm hot 

ooh, it hot in here