S.O.U.T.H.S.I.D.E.

[Chorus: Lil Boosie]
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy

[Verse 1: Big Poppa]
I’mma stunt high even though I need to quit
And I’m gonna ride dirty with a tec and a extra clip
Slaughter and bust it disrespect my family
It’s slaughter and bustin’ someone thats tryin’ to handle me
Sit back with my n****s thats been down since elementary
South Dallas Texas, so throw your hood up if ya feelin’ me
This for my gorillas, thug n****s, gangsta bitches, and jackers
This for my n****s on the run dodgin’ them punk ass crackers
Real n****s we chase it, punk n**** erase him
N**** start fuckin’ up look like we gotta replace him
I hope he said his grace mane
’Fore mister four nickel freeze and take his face mane
Left a hater stretched cold on the pavement
For tryin’ to be tough guy and make a statement
Say n**** we some H double-O D’s and we dwell in the South S-I-D-E

[Chorus: Lil Boosie]
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy

I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy

[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
I got some n****s that gon’ kill for me
I’m the mane but I dont get my hands dirty I got n****s who gon deal for me
I got some knuckle heads who holla “fuck the Feds,”
Come if you wanna come and off with you bitches heads
Leave me alone before that chrome be inside yo mouth
When it get on I got n****s be outside yo house
I get that thang and bust, oh yes I’m dangerous, yeeaaah
Y’all drankin the snow, y'all ain’t out bankin’ us
We breaded up, no we dont give a fuck
I aim it in they face every time I fuckin’ nut
Ugh, but she like it, she suck it she don’t bite it
She swallow everything I wonder who her old mane
Lil Boosie he cold mane, the boy got flow mane
He ain't a crack rock so you can call him cocaine
Y'all n****s broke mane, y'all got a couple cars
But that album wasn’t shit that made my dick hard
You ain’t ready for this boy, I’m runnin’ the streets
Gotta bunch of dirty south n****S stompin’ with me
I wear my chain in any city, I ain’t playin’ witchyou bitches
I’ll news cast yo btich ass and then yo ass [?]

[Chorus: Lil Boosie]
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy

I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy

[Verse 3: T-Fat]
I wear my black [?], black tee, with my black bandana
I’mma thug ass n**** with that beef that you can’t handle
Yeah I ride with my soldiers, we ‘bout a hundred deep
We them n****s that wear them Raider jackets, man we love to creep
Yeah we known in the South from Shreveport to Dallas, Texas
Full of them pills, drinkin’ gin, and they know we drive reckless
Bitch, what’s up? Put yo hands up and n**** catch the cut
Walk around in that bottom and get treated like a slut
We the throwdest muthafuckas at the bottom of the map
With the most reckless neighborhood you gon get caught up in the trap
Fuck the laws they can’t stop us cause we like some mad gorillas
Bussin’ heads, bussin’ guns, sendin’ ‘em to the hospital
Y'all just heard some real shit from that n**** Big Poppa
I’m the fool on that mic I can talk just like that choppa
All my real ass n****s put yo set in the air
Gang bang for a n**** and throw em up [?]

[Chorus: Lil Boosie]
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy

I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy
I’m from that S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
Where them thug n****s ride for me, heeeyyy