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
goin reply with "WOOH" I be jammin music that be choppin and be sign it slow Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go Minutes addin up so you
G., they'll screw it (*talking*) Yeah, slow jam ain't a slow jam Unless it's a screw jam Can't listen to it, no other way Gotta be screwed up DJ Screw
Jones, that Cutty Buddy the song Did a song with Lil O just did a song with Z-ro Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already know Pokey crawling
it's all good I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they
of confusion, I'ma be ready for war no faking and flinching Looking at a G, cause a G be looking like A million dollas, worth of straight pimping Not telling a
gotta be a G, I just gotta be me I just gotta be Russell Lee, ain't no sucking me [voclaizing] I just gotta be a G, my niggas and my thugs You fucking
know y'all wanna try to [Dougie D] Watch a G, but can't stop a G How many of y'all, gon knock a G Peep me, rolling in a candy Ain't no doubt about it
It be me the D-O-U-G, represent the M double A-B I might pick up the glock and let off some shots You don't really wanna be around me, son of a bitch
(feat. Peaches, T.A.Z.) [Z-Ro] I haven't smoked a sweet in 27 days When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze And I'm asking Jesus what
(feat. H.A.W.K., Willean) This is my story G, day one on Southside Southside till I diiii-iiie... [Trae] It gotta be Southside all up in your face
hear, a G when I pray So after we'll see, I feel the change in me And I know something good, for I told the beat [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] In an attempt to
gotta go get it mayn Cause me and my niggaz, be getting down for these And fucking with one of us, bitch you bound to bleed Dougie D, Z-Ro, Trae M double A
rd Coast is our home [Trae] See I'm a grain gripping, 83 swanger Chromy glass, nigga you in danger Got a sawed off, that'll repaint you In a wide body
a Fat Pat roll, from a tight ass verse and I'm in the wind [talking:] Check it out, Southside Story baby Z-Ro, Dougie D, Trae, Willean, Big H.A.W.K. [
for a son of a bitch, with a mug But I gotta maintain, keeping my composure Military crawl down, Southside soldier Pulling up on a motherfucker, that I opposition in a
a damn about, what a bitch wanna lie about Give a nigga a reason, to dress up in black And give a grandmother, something to cry about Because I'm a G
gotta use a fucking scale dog I'm about my mail y'all, they told me I would fail y'all I'm a hustler, I ain't gotta use a fucking scale dog [Hook] [
