We jump in the South, the Southside, we all ride And when we catch a outsider outside, we all die, we all ride And when you see us, we leaving into the South, the Southside, we all ride And when we catch a outsider outside, we all die, we all ride And when we catch you in the whip, catch you with the clip Leanin' to the right side, army guns, big chips, wine candy on the strip You know how we get it when we comin' with the flip Cause we runnin' with the flip, and the money is a must And hoes we don't trust, guns in the cut, bitch know what's up Twenty on the slab, fifty in the Jag Comin' through the air, hustlin' on the air Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style Swagger to the ceiling, nigga hustlin' gone wild Hustlin' with my child, blowin' out the pound Come from uptown, banana clips a hundred rounds We jump in the South, the Southside, we all ride And when we catch a outsider outside, we all die, we all ride And when you see us, we leanin' into the South, the Southside, we all ride And when we catch a outsider outside, we all die, we all ride And when we catch you in the whip, catch you with the clip Pimp C, homie, we still sippin' Our shoestrings ain't tied, homie, we still trippin' It's young money, cash money, y'all better start playin' Bunch of red shirt freshmen, boy, we is not playin', I'm sayin' Your whip is just a freak, you get your phantom flip Potassium for beefheads, you get banana clips Homie, I sit back, laugh while you chit-chat And make a 20-ounce cider, bitch, nigga, six-pack Fake niggas hollin', take it outside We real round here, you ain't gon' make it outside If I'm naked outside, y'all break it outside Put your body in a rock, nigga, it's the Southside Southside, Southside, we all ride And when we catch a outsider outside, we all die, we all ride And when you see us, we gonna make it inside Southside, Southside, we all ride And when we catch a outsider outside, we all die, we all ride I may wake up with a bitch, like, am I really dreamin' First-round draft pick, damn it, Willie Beamin' Hammer in the Beamer, not a Plexico Burst For a better one, Floyd, he can't handle my flurry Golden glove with the hooks, blowin' hearts on a Fiend Blow a dub on the books, now that's what you call a friend What I call a man, you could call a thousand grams Yeah, we still call it girl, but this is a man's world When she see me, she can smell it, broke nigga repellent Type Southside in your navigation, can you spell it? When she see me, she can smell it, broke nigga repellent Type Southside in your navigation, can you spell it? Southside, Southside, we all ride And when we catch a outsider outside, we all die, we all ride And when you see us, we gonna make it inside Southside, Southside, we all ride And when we catch a outsider outside, we all die, we all ride Yeah, big pussy nigga, all the guns, ah