(feat. Mike D, Billy Cook, W.G.)



[Hook x2: Billy Cook]

I know, that I gotta be a G

Till the day, that I'm gone

Repping, for the Southside of town

Still swanging, on chrome



[Mike D:]

I'm on 4-30, with the top on miss

Palimene got you stuttering, blades chopping and shit

Like the way the TV falling, trunk be popping and shit

Boo don't break your neck, make your nigga clock and shit

Cause I'm a straight up hog, that always keep a glock in my shit

And when these young'ns wanna try me, I'ma block em and shit

They way she staring at a nigga, he threw her out of his shit

So I had to bust a U, and re-ride to this bitch

She run up hollin' bout, this nigga dope and dollas and shit

See I'm a hog baby girl, I'll knock him out of his shit

It take a Southside nigga, to have power like this

And if you ain't pumping for your paper, you ain't talking bout shit



[Trae:]

It ain't a damn thang changed, on the Southside of town

I'm a block bleeder for li', moving slow when I grind

But I'm full speed down the block, with the top let down

Leaving them haters a mile away, cause they hating my shine

Slow Loud And Bangin in my trunk, tap-tap when it bump

If you got plex nigga then jump, you finna be quick to get dumped

Cause Trae ain't gon never forget, what the game done got me

That's why I'm faithfully thugging, and these wanna-be's copy

But it'll never be another me, I'm one of the mob

Straight out the Southside of Houston, and I'm physically hard

The way the Dub and the L, for the block that I'm roaming

For my nigga Screw, you know I'm still swanging on my chrome



[W.G.:]

This a Southside classic, game done got drastic

Graduated from the deuce-deuce, to the plastic

Nine millimeter, on your corner taking aim

These white folks in my face, calling me the blame

For the drug sales, and these wanna be a baller

Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, gotta stand much taller

Fuck them Benzes and Lorenzes, and them shiny thangs

We from Southside Houston Texas, and we grinding mayn

We done waited our time, and lost some major figgas

Got boys in the game, trying to get a lil' bigger

R.I.P. to DJ Screw, and that F-A-T

Without them there's no me, but these boys can't see



[Hook x2]



[Z-Ro:]

Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo'

It's Z-Ro the Crooked, taking over your radio

I'm a Southside veteran, hands been registered as a weapon

But everytime I'm solo, I be two deep with Smith-N-Wesson

Ain't taking no chances, that be dealing with the devil

My game is so deep, a motherfucker couldn't even dig me with a shovel

Like a true blue running devil, throwing C's all day

Represent that and I meant that, sent that in the form of a K

That'll open up your body, call me Z-Ron-Gotti

If these busters don't know, they better ask somebody

Either you can be a soldier, or get folded up like Levi's

Z-Ro been repping the South, ever since Z-Ro was knee-high



[Hook x2]