Southside Thang

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Capone-E] One, three, jackin' yo beat Capone and ODM riding for the homies Ready to make my debut so back up on up (Before have to pull the strap out the cut) Give me the strap first so I can load up these balas Sur Califas, South Side, fuck chavalas Because ain't nothing but the South Side baby Two bald riders going fucking crazy Rap game is the pedo that, pays me Untouchable so please don't try to ban us Well I'm back to my cuete in my hand A nine milli Glock just to let you understand From a South Sider point of view And if you ain't down with the blue Then mutha fuck you Causе you never know when I'm bustin a jack Bustin a rap, uh, at thе same time busting your cap And if I ain't busting your cap It ain't no good if I don't hit em So I blast em up close cause you know I won't miss em, uh And that's realer than real deal Holyfield And you busters and bitches know how I kill So if we do it enough to get broke off a proper hit I puff and pass cause we dropping some gangsta shit [Chorus: Mr. Capone-E] From the South and the East and the West and a— From the West and the East and the South and a— It's from the South, and ain't no love no doubt So just chill leva, or take these balas in your mouth [Verse 2: ODM] Well, I'm creepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin' And you know I got traps that's why my beeper keeps beepin' Now it's time for me to make my presence felt So sit back, kick raps and strap on your seatbelt Never been in a ride like this before With a producer who can rap and takeover a car show At the same time with the dope rhymes that I spit You know and I know, I drop some brown rider shit To add to my collection, this selection Symbolizes coke, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you have no clue What me and my homie Capone came to do [Chorus: Mr. Capone-E] From the South and the East and the West and a— From the West and the East and the South and a— It's from the South, and ain't no love no doubt So just chill leva, or take these balas in your mouth [Verse 3: Mr. Capone-E] Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied South Side lean Getting high to the sky with a ol' bag of sticky green It's the capital C-A-P-O-N-to the E With the homie ODM from the L-S-O-to the B Showing much flex when it's time to pimp a hoe Clockin' a grip, clockin' the dough like my idol Al Capone Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some fucking South Sider shit So ODM (What's up dawg?) We gotta give 'em what they need (What's that C?) We gotta break 'em off slangin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bangin', South Side jackin' [Verse 4: ODM] It's where it takes place, so I'm a get your attention Jackin' for your beat fool, that's my intention Dropping the funky shit that's makin' them other rappers hate me When I'm on the mic them other fuckers, they can't fade me Try to get close and your ass will get whacked My muthafucking homie Sir Capone-E got my back Never let me slip, cause if I slip then I'm trippin' My homie Lil Dreamer on the side with the clip in And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if you bitches talking shit, I'ma have to put the smack down Yeah, and it don't stop I te you why I'm just like a Glock, when I click and I pop But I'm never off, always on till the break of dawn Southern Sur Califas, Brown Royal, fool you know it's on Putting that shit together And like the homie WC said, I gotta get the cheddar [Chorus: Mr. Capone-E] From the South and the East and the West and a— From the West and the East and the South and a— It's from the South, and ain't no love no doubt So just chill leva, or take these balas in your mouthing