[Chorus - 2x] The boys in the south are so damn hard We gone ride the freeway we'll bombard the boulevard knowing nothing in life, but pushing bricks and making hits Don't fuck with us boy, down south the shit
[E.S.G.] Woke up quick, at about noon Just thought that I had to hit the southside soon Got to smoke a sweet 'fore my day begins 'Fore T. Jones start tripping on how I park my benz Bout to roll, damn near went blind I got the Gucci shades to block the sunshine Ran inside I got my gat and my clip Two out of town licks hit me on the hip Then I bailed outside stashed the desert eagle Got a Harris County warrant so I'm riding it legal Then I used the Screw tape beat, boom boom I was bumping that old school P-A-T It was Ghetto Dreams, at the top of the list Top drop, Wreckshop got the rocks on my wrist For my grip bitch, I go to war on it, cause I'm The tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it
[Chorus - 2x]
[Hawk] I bombard the boulevard switching lane to lane Boss hogging the highway in my wide frame Gripping the grain, staying on top of my game Bringing the pain, to those analyzing my name We swing them thangs, now boy we wrecking shop Thangs done changed, Hump and E sitting on top Give us a prop, you boys can't hang with us You better stop, smoking that angel dust We dangerous, you need 20/20 to see Proclaiming us, taking over the industry Drop and leave, banging some E.S.G. Constantly, putting it down for the P-A-T Master P, taught me some ghetto dope Lil Keke, put it down and showed me the ropes Now you see, it all take a microscope Down south, we the shit with this lyrical dope, we hard
[Chorus - 2x]
[E.S.G.] Cooling on the corner with a Prime Co. phone You can tell that the southside was his home More mail then the rest of the hustlers And he kept a 40 glock for the busters Increase the, and peaced up I sip the methyzine codeine, mixed with the peach crush I set tripping chunks out east stuff When it's time for drama we coming deep in the must Cruising down the street in my benzo Boys smoking a sweet, sipping a four Went to the park to get the scoop P.C. and Big E pulls up in a coupe Told me E Po-Yo, bout to drop a damn solo Want me to come through with some tight ass vocals Best believe my sixteen gone be hard as fuck Cause E.S.G. puts it down for H-Town what's up
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[Chorus - 2x] The boys in the south are so damn hard We gone ride the freeway we'll bombard the boulevard knowing nothing in life, but pushing bricks and making hits Don't fuck with us boy, down south the shit
[E.S.G.] Woke up quick, at about noon Just thought that I had to hit the southside soon Got to smoke a sweet 'fore my day begins 'Fore T. Jones start tripping on how I park my benz Bout to roll, damn near went blind I got the Gucci shades to block the sunshine Ran inside I got my gat and my clip Two out of town licks hit me on the hip Then I bailed outside stashed the desert eagle Got a Harris County warrant so I'm riding it legal Then I used the Screw tape beat, boom boom I was bumping that old school P-A-T It was Ghetto Dreams, at the top of the list Top drop, Wreckshop got the rocks on my wrist For my grip bitch, I go to war on it, cause I'm The tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it
[Chorus - 2x]
[Hawk] I bombard the boulevard switching lane to lane Boss hogging the highway in my wide frame Gripping the grain, staying on top of my game Bringing the pain, to those analyzing my name We swing them thangs, now boy we wrecking shop Thangs done changed, Hump and E sitting on top Give us a prop, you boys can't hang with us You better stop, smoking that angel dust We dangerous, you need 20/20 to see Proclaiming us, taking over the industry Drop and leave, banging some E.S.G. Constantly, putting it down for the P-A-T Master P, taught me some ghetto dope Lil Keke, put it down and showed me the ropes Now you see, it all take a microscope Down south, we the shit with this lyrical dope, we hard
[Chorus - 2x]
[E.S.G.] Cooling on the corner with a Prime Co. phone You can tell that the southside was his home More mail then the rest of the hustlers And he kept a 40 glock for the busters Increase the, and peaced up I sip the methyzine codeine, mixed with the peach crush I set tripping chunks out east stuff When it's time for drama we coming deep in the must Cruising down the street in my benzo Boys smoking a sweet, sipping a four Went to the park to get the scoop P.C. and Big E pulls up in a coupe Told me E Po-Yo, bout to drop a damn solo Want me to come through with some tight ass vocals Best believe my sixteen gone be hard as fuck Cause E.S.G. puts it down for H-Town what's up
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