SouthSide Rider

Текст песни Southland Gangsters - SouthSide Rider

SouthSide Riders Lyrics(Verse 1:)
Well it's that Fly Ese
Pulling stunts like Kenievel
?
Like that fool named Evil
E, look at me but don't stare too long cus I'll
Hit that ass like a mothafucking bong
Cocked strong
When it comes down to writing tight verses
Haters out there quick to snatch'em like purses
You can rehearse'em
But never seem to qualify
Doing shit like that
Could make the teflon fly
Look in the sky
Is it a bird or a plan shooting like a star
It's all checkers in the game
In it for the fame
Most of all for the loot
Lyrics drop like rain
Then they start to pollute
Your whole atmosphere
Aswell as your mental
(..?)
Making all those that doubted me
True believers and all those that don't ill make'em fall like
(..?)
(Verse 2:)
I'm like a lion
Big and tall fucking up yall
We on some
Other, other
Thuggish sister
Nieces, uncle and the brother
Cased dismissed I gotta take a piss
Drinking Pisto and vino
That olden Pen Pisto
Mad dawg with the cuete
Blasting at your forehead
Leave'em all dead til the code red
?
Casper in the mix
Chicle Boy spit that shit
Stalker One under the sun Acile Ave. is where it's done
Stalk and Stimey
Remind me that time we were drunk
Gettin' crunk at the your boy's on some dubs, what the fuck?
Bump my shit Villain, Torcido and Chepe
Hated Nation Wide you best believe I'm well respected
You thought that I split
Never that, I just rested
Connected with who?
No one took my homies Tested
Chornic, Tortina you a joke come on confess it
No one over there's been riding since O.G left it
(Chorus:)
You Wanna Be A Rider!
South Sider!
Southland Clique, Keeping It Tighter!
All The Homies Getting Laid Tonight
Make The Moves
Make Some Loot And Hold It Down The Side
We Keep It Ganster!
Keepin' It Gangster!
Baby You Know The Way!
The Gangster Way
Gangster Way

(Verse 3:)
I was born clutching weapons
Thinking money was my way out
Living the life while rappers slanging always staying out
Riding with the South and got the clique on top
I put my soul in my music homicidal dreams
Grip my 9 as we take over these fucking streets
Can't be another number
Pro-pro-product on the block
Shed a tear for the homies that got traced and chalked
And where's the end to his misery I ask and pray
Father Lord please forgive me for the way that i feel
I hang with killers with no soul and my end is near
Busting tracks on these mission and the way that we roll
This shit don't stop on the top then we start to ball
I got my enemies panicked
Hiding in Cracks like rats
Chasing bitches and these putos with baseball bats
I put my finger in the air screaming "Fuck'em All!"
This the COA clique and we above the law
God please i ask for mercy and i ask for your strength
Cus man running through the streets has got me into some shit
I lost my path that is righteous in this circular work
But the. Again I'm str8 riding slabbin smokin my foes
And as i ran out
(..?)
As my soul was delivered

(Verse 5:)
I'm motivated by this money
Making searching for game
The pressures got me going crazy father show me a way
I'm making cash living clean living proper and clean
Making music for my people while providing the streets
That's kinda hard but that's my passion and I'm finding some help
No matter what's the circumstance if you get down we get down
Pay attention cus we coming 'bout to set the shit off
If you're not Southland represent then you can get the fuck on
You feel me?
Now holla gangstas if you feel this shit here
Represent the razas flag cus we thugged in your ear
Lets make it clear we oursiding and we mashing with passion
Everlasting in this game holla at me what's cracking, what

(Chorus:)
You Wanna Be A Rider!
South Sider!
Southland Clique, Keeping It Tighter!
All The Homies Getting Laid Tonight
Makin Moves
Make The Loot And Hold It Down The Side
We Keep It Ganster!
Keepin' It Gangster!
Baby You Know The Way!
The Gangster Way
Gangster Way

(Verse 6:)
Sleepy Malo dreams of having rims and a big Escalade
Get the fuck out my way cus im taking your place
Don't say reach for the moon
Say shoot for the starts
I guarantee before I'm scarred I'll leave the kinculos scarred
Going far
Still ik shows that's called paying my deuce
I gotta hustle cus i know my little boy needs shoes
And these fools that wanna truce now that we got the game
My family's the only one that's eating out of my plate
Go and get that straight
Ese i think it's too late
To erase that big line between
Seperate
(..?)
Who appears and dusappear for whenever they feel
Aslong as as I'm still here
That's all we need to proceed
Come up and make enough to keep on rhyming in the streets

(Verse 7:)
Last but not least Mr. Dee don't sellout
You can't hang with Southland then get the hell out
I'm a mothafucking Gangsta, gangsta
And it's plain to see still fucking up gangsta beats
Its for mothafuckin streets Southland gangstas
Now who could that be
To cross me boss me
Come on homie i guess you really don't know me
I'm a balla, 20 inch crawler
Out for them dollars, just playing ese
I'm down RAY
And the Souhtland
Mr. Dee ain't nothing changed
Still peeping this game
Now ask yourself who's the lame
Saying I ain't real
My clips you can feel
Still making more than you mang
Taking more than you can
Southland will never break
Fearless brown
CO gang
Lil Crook
And that spanish ese
And im the vato
You love to hate
Or should i say hate to love
And even when im gone
I'll still be repesenting
From above

(Chorus:) x2
You Wanna Be A Rider!
South Sider!
Southland Clique, Keeping It Tighter!
All The Homies Getting Laid Tonight
Make The Moves
Make Some Loot And Hold It Down The Side
We Keep It Ganster!
Keepin' It Gangster!
Baby You Know The Way!
The Gangster Way
Gangster Way