[Intro:]
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That's right
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Southside
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Gangsta gangsta
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Southside
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Gangsta gangsta
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Southside
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Gangsta
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[Hook 1:]
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In These times, of hate and pain
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I need a cuete, to get me through the day
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A .24, will do okay
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24 ways to put you in your grave
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[Verse 1:]
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We strapped with mac daddy's, AK's, and hand guns
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Turn around look around, we gangstas having fun
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Stupid mother fuckers trying to play hit with a glock
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El dyablo made me do it, slap you with my glock
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Throw your ass in the trunk, simon, we counting shots
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Smoke your homie down the block, bumping room let him rock
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Pick up another ho, let the trigger take it slow
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I'm a take the I-5 southside to mexico
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No witnesses to the crime, no evidence, we don't trip
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Cause they never found the bodies that we stack in your woods
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Now we lookin for the bitches with the big o cheeks
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She's talkin about "I love him", these hos want my riches
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But you ain't getting shit, you bitches better strip
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My whole clicka's in the back, and everyone of us is strapped
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We got extra beer, I'm hard as a pit
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I got a dollar for that ass so you better shake them tits
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[Hook 2: x2]
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Throw your barrio in the sky
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Wave it to the left, wave it to the right
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I don't give a fuck
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I got my two nines, they don't give a fuck
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Said "who's down to ride? who's down to bust?"
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[Hook 1]
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[Verse 2:]
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Now who the fuck wanna mess with this?
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Get blessed with this
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Nine mm mack 10 with a fully loaded clip
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Strolling down the street, on my two feet
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Looking for those putos who shot my homie strip
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I know where you kick it at, I know where you live
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What goes around, comes around, payback's a bitch
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That's how we do it, fuck my enemies
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Fled the murder scene with my glock 17
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A mi me vale madre, southsi es mi vida
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Saco el pinche cuete que te mata como SIDA
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Me tocas de repente, se pasan de bolada
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Somos notorious, fumando marijuana
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I don't know why you bitches trippin
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I got my two nines handing out stitches
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Almost got sparked, as your imagination wishes
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I don't know why, southside is the deepest
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[Hook 2: x2]
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[Hook 1]
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[Verse 3:]
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Twenty five [?] for murdering mother fuckers
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Bangin in my cell, mexicans got the power
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Locked up in this house, killing one another
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Fuck it, might as well, I'm a southside rider
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Can't fuck with no ratas, punk ass chavala
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"this is for the raza," you ain't got no palabra
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This one goes out to all my homies doing lifetime
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For walk-bys, homocides, and all the fuckin drive-bys
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Homie I'm a gangsta, killa from the southside
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Keep it on the down low, put that on the double nine
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When you're left to play, the only way to die, high
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Won't even hesitate, don't even let shit slide
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So when you come around, at the wrong place, at the wrong time
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You get blasted, take your ass down, with the body in the casket
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With no time to sign it, what, damn you got blasted
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What the hell?
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[Hook 2: x4]
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I Need A Cuete
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| Lil Cuete |
