(feat. B-Lo (Do or Die), Kanye West)



[Intro: Background Vocals and Kanye West]

You know, oh you know, I just want you to know

Turn me up, turn me up loud to, loud l-l-l-l-loud, yea, yea!



[Chorus x2]

I just want you to know, I just want you to know

I just want you to know, this boy here finna' blow

Southside up in here, Westside up in here

Eastside up in here, throw your hands in the air



[Kanye West]

Kanye the best in the game, now we got that, that thing clear

Kanye West is the name, Southside up in here

Y'all niggaz stole the soul, y'all niggaz all some clones

Y'all need to change y'all tone, nigga I control the gold

Motherfucker close the do', light the weed and let the douja blow

Why you keep bawlin' though girl, you ain't been around niggaz before?

Why my chain rosey gold, why my wrist below zero

How the hell I know B-Lo, why them girls tell you no means no

No means no just as sure as green means go, green means paper

Dream team, caper we see haters like shorty on the 'Sixth Sense'

Y'all finna' see some dead people, come through ya block and air people

My people ain't scared people, only FIG-I-AIR people



[Chorus x2]



[B-Lo]

This track really hot so I gotta spit fire in here

Vogue and a flo, B-Lo represent west side in here

This thang West C-I, do you wanna smoke one to the dome

Better hit her good, knock on double wood

If it don't affect, then I'm gone

I drop bricks on blocks, I got sick on loc'

Radio keep my slide, fuck it nigga, I'm so high!

I set birds in them, but I'm not a Vir-Gee-In!

Platinum shit, that's my plan, if a nigga really want it then

Cadillac, slam the doors, keep a chick all in 'em oh

My niggaz all from the go, Do Or Die way too cold

Iced out way to cold, my shit way to fro!

But a nigga already kno! But a nigga already know!



[White Boy]

Rap profit, plat gothic, slash convict raps jock it, phat

Pockets mac, hopin' crack, poppin' stacks

Droppin' cakes, stoppin' wakes, knockin' hate

And you fakes, watchin' base, on relate

Gossip fakes and I make, options

In case I catch a case gots to pay, confrentrate

Need ya way, from this place, cause it ain't common

If this ain't the way, Kan-ye, then it's straight

Colleges, in ya veins cause you spit what you came from

Straight knowledge, I was raised in the street

Praised in my heat, holdin' on my Nextel

Hopin' for my next cell, focused on the best cell

Smokin' on a fresh L, posted like FedEx mail



[Chorus 2x]



[Kanye West: Talking]

Yo, by the way

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