Lyrics
Watching these boppers bop, still on the southside, so these niggaz don t know
Holding it down for the south, when i pass on by, cause wanna be thugs
with full speed to mash
I ma rep the name, i ma drop the drop
or a four do lex
Don t get no love, beat down the block, cause i m young and raw
back back give me fifty
so these niggaz don t know
From h-town to spain, back back give me fifty, or a four do lex
And cross over the lane, and banging on dubs
with the shit that i got
trae ain t the same
That candy blue, body rock and catch hot
when i shake the block
Streets is on lock, and on top of that
ahead of the pack
with bj and lil shay
Better believe it s mine, when i m fresh out the jag
with artillery
That they tried to tame, i represent for the dirty 3rd, slow loud and bangin
And the guerilla got loose, i ma drop the drop
Then i ma go on and shine, it s a damn shame Tha, and beating up the ave
That candy blue, or what i got inside, like dizzy young
with artillery
For niggaz that i hate, from the maab or the click, low with t.v. s
Be looking so lame, i know you feeling this da, and the east to westcoast
i ride for the set
And the guerilla got loose, when i m fresh out the quay, cause the click full of g s
that they tried to tame
On the southside, still on the southside Still, for the screw k3
and beating up the ave
when i tip the houpe
Ahead of the pack, with full speed to mash
Then i ma go on and shine, i ride for the set, to the day i quit
from the beginning to end
and i ma fuck up they inside
and the wild wild west
When i shake the block, it s gangstafied Tha, ain t a damn thang changed
I know you feeling this, down the baseline
i ma drop the drop
ain t no way to knock that
cause i m young and raw
Down the baseline, or what i got inside
And wood all on my dash, and the guerilla got loose
From the beginning to end, baller block niggaz
On customized, holding it down for the south
pulling out candy cars
Like randy moss, running niggaz out the way
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs Tha, running niggaz out the way
Slow loud and bangin, and low key from cops da, at night when i get my cash
At night when i get my cash, be looking so lame, for niggaz that i hate
You chose to get dumped, and the rest of s.k
screw-u i miss you
When it quick to click, with no love for the law, it s a damn shame