Y'all knew it was gonna go down.
Know what I'm saying?
Three, two, one.
You know what I'm saying?
Like that, and stop.
Hey, yeah.
Something about the South Side that makes me want to act bad.
Swaggin' North, shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy shop.
Something about the South Side that makes me want to act bad.
Swaggin' North, shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy shop.
Drinking mastermind, aggravated with heat.
Blazing the sweet, sipping syrup in the wine.
It's cheap, the game is steep.
But I can't say the game don't pay.
You better buy some property and put your money away.
I ball every day,
just last boat,
chunky diamond pieces.
And come through my hood and brand new cow nooses to eat your zone.
From Foolish 3 to the 2, keeping it true.
And gone off a stick of cuckoo.
Play a mate to the fullest,
but I really ain't trippin'
cause everybody know I got the low,
low on the chickens.
Living lavish,
having cabbage with love worldwide.
Just something about the South Side that keep me crunk inside.
Something about the South Side that makes me want to act bad.
Swaggin' North,
shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy shop.
Something about the South Side that makes me want to act bad.
Swaggin' North,
shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy shop.
I got a grind,
a spin and a brain,
that which ain't remain the same.
Life is fame and getting the name.
Caught up in this crooked game.
Living like real, doing what I feel.
Trying to get up and over the hill.
Making my meal, packing my steel.
Playing the Lord of the Hill.
Clicking on T's and stealing dolls.
Wanna ride in a farm and call.
Gotta stack paper, pouring milk, caping.
Living like them Hollywood stars.
All these days of tripping and stealing.
Will it result to a dying being?
In my face,
another week,
hey,
will this bullshit ever end?
Every day, all day, I stay high.
Smoking that weed and chocolate pie.
Chop mugs up and ride no more.
Watching the haters pass me by.
My oh my, high to the die.
They can't realize, eek.
It's the edge of the cliff.
Something about the South Side,
that makes me wanna act bad.
Swaggin' North,
shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy shop.
Me on the highway, banging, puffing a blunt.
Coming down,
surrounded by a sign,
with a big daddy grill in his front.
Watching TV,
I know you see me,
with the top down,
goofing.
Swerving lane, the lane barely moving.
But not so smoothing, these hoes is choosing.
The original South Side player,
that's straight from Houston,
Texas.
Rolling Lexus, Suburban.
Next man swerving,
walk around there and hit the curbing.
I'm outnerving,
my niggas is flirting in the South.
Know what I'm talking about?
Recognize game and conversation coming from my mouth.
That's a lane for ding-ding pockets full of money.
Both feet riding slab every day,
breaking up,
uh,
clean.
Something about the South Side,
that makes me wanna act bad.
Swaggin' North,
shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy shop.
Something about the South Side,
that makes me wanna act bad.
Swaggin' North, shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy shop.
Well,
deep down in the South,
we ride candy cars.
These jazz bars, like some of these stars.
* wall,
just call the nigga,
true to the game.
I cock the hammer back and put one in your brain.
Who me?
Lil' Keith, I represent it all.
Cop, getting loud, trying to floss the blood.
Heads with the ball, Nino Ross in these lyrics.
Make you feel it when he hit me.
Smoke and skunk,
poppin' trunk,
and my slab on his period.
Dripping wet,
hit the steps,
go on,
place another bet.
Ain't no sweat,
you in debt,
more money on the deck.
Can't forget I'm throwing hoops and I'm giving niggas that.
Swaggin',
choppin' up,
and I'm flossing the slab.
Something about the South Side,
that makes me wanna act bad.
Swaggin' North,
shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy slab.
Something about the South Side,
that makes me wanna act bad.
Swaggin' North,
shoppin' the boulevard,
lost in my candy slab.