Devin

Meanwhile, on the southside of town

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

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 MIA, 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, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

Southside, nigga what, nigga southside
Bitches come a dime 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 sumthin' 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
Hoe, 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

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, 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

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 till I die
ATL, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live
In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high
Come on

(feat. Devin)

Hallelujah can tell this
Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed
Because shit to each's own and each owns voice
You can be stealin killin or chillen whateva your choice
Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it
Life if how you live it
I grab tha mic while tha DJ groove it (turntable scratch noise)
Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick
Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick
I go on a quick mission to find some kil'
Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville
Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill
Wake up in tha morning and I have weed still and I chill
With tha brothas sippin coffee
Too old to be listenin' into what you say so hoe get off me
You're born in this world by ya self and you die alone
So as long as ya grown ya might as well gone and just

(Chorus)
Do what tha fuck you wanna do (Go ahead and just)
Say what tha fuck you wanna say

What did it all mean?
Say what you want hoe ya grown
You make decisions on your own
No one would suffer but you
So do what tha fuck you wanna do

Now everybody's got elders and you should respect um
They been through similar shit but then again you can't let um
Put they hands on ya life like a remote control
Have you travelin down tha same bumpy tore up road
Now close friends and relatives they should be constantly by ya side
And understand you gotta let ya conscience be your guide
There'll finally come a time for ya self you must decide
Cause you only get a ticket might as well enjoy tha ride and just

(Chorus)

And there's a couple of fucked up man made rules that we should follow
But you gotta realize you just might not wake up tomorrow
And tha dollar you earn is tha dolla you spend
Go get sumthin for ya kids or buy a bottle of gin
Is it a sin? I 'ont (don't) know
What X and O's in this game
Tryin to survive, tryin to get high, tryin to get by and stay alive
So (Do it till ya satisfied) Not just a lil bit
But wait until ya eighty and start sayin what you couldda did

But what did it all mean?
Say what you want hoe ya grown
You make decisions on your own
No one would suffer but you
So do what tha fuck you wanna do

Chorus fades out