[Talking]
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Dirty South, Houston Texas
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4 million strong, CMG, 2003 man
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The young Don man, representing
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This how we ride man, Southside
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Northside, sing it..
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[Hook: Z-Ro]
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When we ride, it's for the Southside
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(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside
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It's for the Southside, yeah
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[Lil' Keke]
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The party over here, the party up over there
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Southside lighting up, Saturday night I swear
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Take a trip to Richmond, down to Westtown
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When your chick driving, I pull up behind her
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Look at the scene, look at the hoes
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Look at the Dubs look at the 3's, look at the 4's
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We gon wild out, till we fall out
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Catch a freak get on, nigga that's no doubt
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I'm the Dirty South lover, undercover brother
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Getting my chips, don't change for nan nother
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Bumping and talking, but that's okay
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Have your weapon loaded up, cause we coming your way, hey
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[Hook]
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When we ride, it's for the Southside
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(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside
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It's for the Southside, yeah
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And we get high, with the Northside
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(with the Northside), with the Northside yeah
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With the Northside, yeah
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[Z-Ro]
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When we ride, it's for the South and for the Northside
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Boppers bopping when they see us, they open they mouth wide
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We them goodfellas, running the city block to block
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Herschelwood to Havistock, Vetapen to Scot
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It don't stop, we get blowed all day long
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Brothers got two or three Nextels, steady using a pay phone
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Cause them people, be tapping into our conversations
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If they catch us with that herb, we facing incarceration
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If it's on the low, I love the sound of that
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Plus if it's headbanger, I'ma sco' a pound of that
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Z-Ro the phenomenon, and Lil' Keke the Don
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S.U.C. smoking on cabbage, from dusk till dawn
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That's for the sets my friend, it's no plex again
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We all united in my city, like we all Mexicans
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We all about our bread, candy blue or the red
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Forever dangerous we bust heads, our city is FED ha
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[Hook]
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[Lil' Keke]
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Glock 9, y'all niggaz gon make me pop mine
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Back up lil' daddy, ain't no way you could stop mine
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Drop mine, at the drop of a dime
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Open up your ear, I'ma drop another line
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It's bout time, now the road is clear
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Got the tinted up Range, rolling up in the rear
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We bout six or seven deep, when we pull from the mansion
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Here come big 2, crawling up Avalanching
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Big T, watching out no slipping
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Cock the hammer back, if they breathe start tripping
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CMG fall off, nigga it's no never
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Call your boys call your click, we down for whatever
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Suit yourself mayn, but we roll leather
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Air Force 1's, throwbacks in this weather
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H-Town, and it ain't nothing but love
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I get high with the North, say what's up Slim Thug
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[Hook]
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[Talking]
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Southside yeah, Northside
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This how we ride man, this how we roll man
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Yeah what, CMG nigga, 2000 and 3
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I'ma try and look at you, a little bit out here
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You understand, check it what
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When We Ride
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Lil' Keke |