[ Featuring Mitchell Yard ]
Its Show time, in the southside
Hide ya kids dogg, till at least 5
No windows, but a big ride
Straight heat nigga, like its MI
A, A, A, A, hey
U must not know me,
But your girl does tho,
Brown hair with the pink light on,
Had to shoot like Kobe
And had her mama calling me,
Telling me, that she kinda fond of me
Cant sleep, till I call her back fo 3
Like she dont know where I could be
At lc crib, with bags of weed
Matrass in the booth, we kinda lean
Mic f*cked up, but we kinda mean
Outside the city now they hollering
We be walking round, streets be recognizing me
Meet us in the south, where we posting by the creek
They know, They know, They know
They know, They know, They know
From fist fights to bitch fights
Big lights to dimmed lights, no sight
But the blue lights outside, on sight
Still we coast and post and be fly
Hit the J one time, we be high
Issa tribe my g, Ain't goin lie
Vida loca nigga till we die
Aint no fun when guys can't ride
What's a consequence without common sense
Without loyalty, there ain't but 5 percent chance
We be hanging like Com and Quence
Shit got intense when you dodged the pledge
Stab city but we never slept bad,
Upstairs where I silently smack ass
Till moms got mad and the girl left red
That's when I knew I had to move to the Dam.
We be walking round, streets be recognizing me
Meet us in the south, where we posting by the creek
They know, They know, They know
They know, They know, They know
Eyo C, remember that one time I was seeing this girl
We went to her crib after this party
And she didn't tell us on the way back
That her dad was a racist?
