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Trae - "Still On Da Southside"
Lyrics to Still On Da Southside : (feat. Russell Lee) [Hook x2: Russell Lee] On the Southside Candy sprayed, looking so live 84s and vogues, we glide Screwzoo, you know we holding it down [Trae] Im still low behind tints, swanging to Southwest A lot of shit on my mind, still living the stretch Screw-U I miss you, aint a damn thang changed To the day Im deceased, Ima rep the name Holding it down for the South, and the S.U.C. Ahead of the pack, forever S.L.A.B. And swanging 4s and vogues, low with T.V.s The trunk popped up, and showing that Im a G Out the Dirty Southside, of H-T-X In a throwback drop, or a four do Lex With a throw away glock, when a nigga got plex Im fresh off the block, slow-mo in a Vet Peep game when I grip the grain, Im off the chain Down the baseline, and cross over the lane Like A.I., my game is too fly Blue over gray, when I pass on by Im a B-E-T, and a Southwest thug Beat down the block, and banging on dubs Scrubs, back back give me fifty Cause wanna be thugs, dont get no love From the Maab or the click, Slow Loud And Bangin From the beginning to end, I aint never changing And the East to Westcoast, is what Im ranging That candy blue, on locks that Im staging Rearranging, your changing thoughts When I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars Like Randy Moss, Ima play the field On the hunt for a mill, displaying my skills Southsive for live, repping my block My hood on fire, streets is on lock With the shit that I got, Im never gon stop For Screw Ima punch the gas, to the top [Hook x2] [Trae] If Im pulling out the garage, better believe its mine And if the light is on me, then Ima go on and shine Baller block niggaz, on glass when I hop the lane Its a damn shame, the way my top drop and swang My slab doubling, and niggaz be thinking that its a game Trae aint the same, and leading the line like a train And Im in the cockpit, that glide like a plane When Im on Fondren, I be heading down to Main Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock In a CMC, and low key from cops Im on the grind, trying to stack my knots I put about four Gs, up in the stash spot Bleeding the block, at night when I get my cash And wood all on my dash, with leather under my ass 2-55, with full speed to mash When the bops on the block, Im full speed to pass Like Dizzy Young, cause Im young and raw With no love for the law, that hate a young thug Thats real in the streets, and never been fake With artillery, for niggaz that I hate Cause Im playa, aint no way to knock that When it come to the click, you know I got that So you cats, better play the back field Cause Im the homerun king champ, and Im next to bat For the Dirty Southside, and the Wild Wild West When it quick to click, or putting the drama to rest Im telling these cats, they dont wanna test Cause the click full of Gs, just might cause a mess When they in black Houpes, and they ready to ride Believe me, G-Maab aint playing no games I ride for the set, to the day I quit And if it ever come to that, then its over mayn [Hook x2] [Trae] I represent for the Dirty 3rd, when I shake the block For P-A-T and Mafio, Ima drop the drop Body rock and catch hot, when these haters jock And on top of that, watching these boppers bop On a G like Trae, since back in the day When I tip the Houpe, and flipped up Few Quay South Klique for life, with BJ And Lil Shay My brother JayTon, and the rest of S.K. But now Im in a first class, four do slab Getting my shine on, and beating up the Ave. Still on the Southside, got niggaz mouth wide Piss me off, and Ima fuck up they inside Outside, when I let up my trunk Six fifteens, and yep they gon bump Think of touching my shit, you bound to get stomped I aint never been a punk, you chose to get dumped One deep or with a click, Im still gon ball In a DTS, the screens is gon fall T-R-A-E, I play the game raw Fin to set this shit off, with no time to stall For the Screw K3, they done dropped the chain And the guerilla got loose, that they tried to tame And now they feeling this one, from H-Town to Spain Now niggaz in the game, be looking so lame When they see my 4s, running niggaz out the way When Im fresh out the Jag, on candy blue sprayed When Im fresh out the Quay, on customized Six T.V.s, banked up on MLK T-I-N-T, black on black Im thoed So these niggaz dont know, what Im working with Or what I got inside, late night when I ride Its gangstafied, I know you feeling this [Hook x2] [Russell Lee] We gon hold it down, On the Southside Yeah, of H-Town, it goes down [ Still On Da Southside Lyrics ]
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