Southside (Southside), what
We cop bricks (cop brick)
Whip it hard, trying to get some extra
The Freestyle King, King of the Ghetto
We packing that metal, buck- buck- buck
Or you can catch me chopping blades,
Shout out to Belfort and Scott,
We got the haters confused,
cause of the way that we move
I was the flyest in high school
That's what the fans say,
they know we from the South
You can take the diamonds out my mouth,
What you know bout X- Band,
what you know bout Ganksta Nip
What you know bout K- Rino, Z- Ro,
What you know bout Timmy Chan's,
what you know bout Cloverland
What you know bout Scoopastar from A.P.T.,
What you know bout Big H.A.W.K.,
but we'll put you in the cemetary
Houston Texas I represent,
homie we all about dollas and cents
We own property we don't rent,
every car we drive got limosine tint
Either candy blue or candy red,
everytime I hit the parking lot I turn heads
King of the Ghetto yeah that's my name,
I just want the fortune you can keep the fame
I got twenty inch swangers on my ride,
a styrofoam cup what's inside
Two to twenty if I'm caught with it,
so I go up and down as I talk digits
Can't see this pistol in my britches,
cause I know how to walk with it
so if I'm about to get money we can all get it
I got love for the Northside, and
I got people in Trinity Garden and 4th Ward,
that'll hit your ass up with the gat
H- O- U- S- T- O- N, T- E- X- A- S
Fondren, we only smoke on the best
I got a year worth of your salary,
I think I made it to the money,
cause my picture is on all my checks
Wednesday night we at the Roxy,
It's going down on the Dub,
hoes mad cause they can't get in on the
Rolling on 4's, ain't no love
you know we only rolling blue over grey
We on a mash for the cash,
we on a mash for the cash
Man I love my side, let me puff my la
I'm a legend he a legend,
It's after 7 what's up Devin,
we moving blow like George Jung
Man the South is where we from,
but we got love for the North
I'm blowing dosha out my mouth,
Ro call Big Bub, tell him I need a Screw tape
that Robert Earl Davis kind
So I'll never put money in my pocket,
Every dime every nickel every penny,
Cause ain't nothing in life for free,
you pay money but I'ma spit a verse for it
Z- Ro Incorporated ya dig
What I'm doing now, gon' cover
my great great great great grandkids
Flip the closest thang to a brother I got,
he trying to get to the bread
What up Gulfbank and Homestead,
you know I represent it everyday
we only rolling blue over grey
We on a mash for the cash,
we on a mash for the cash