Game - Southside Lyrics
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Southside
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What Are The Lyrics For Southside By Game?
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) I'll leave your ass crippled like some frosted flakes What you call it sneakin' up tha man Jake the snake Every nigga on the street got something to say Until they get sprayed in the face with a gay like Mase I don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk I was lifted by a preacher so my mom pushed weight Now I hooked up wit' game real nigga with flame He show me Cali love and I ain't in no game Every nigga that role wit' me betta keep it Gd I'll put the vertebrate push a DDT Lets get the sip pi y'all niggas ain't even gifted Bust a shot at your chin your top getting lifted G's up get your G's up, scrappy with your weed up I f*ck with G-Unit so y'all sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going through something I can't change I f*ck hoes that would make May look lame y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) The realest of niggas, I role wit' them killas (Yeah) The world gotta feel us my clique is gorilla You niggas in trouble I'm in the track with be-M-E cliquing You ain't gotta know I'm signed to Dre to know that he sick P-89 that's what I handle my beef with put them hollow tips Under your arms like speed stick ride through your hood In a blue Impala like we crisp Roll down the tints, G-Unit I'm a head busta, Lil Scrappy when the lead touch ya And they ain't no coming back when you dead fucker Sleep in your earn and get eaten by worms Trying to fight a fire with bottled water heat and get burned They tampered my phones like D are E and the firm 'cause I'm buzzing like WuTang and it ain't even my turn So who it may concern you'll get your whole mouth wide Fuckin' with them gang bangers in the South side y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga (Hold up) This your boy little scrappy shorty A-town (BME, A-town) Mi nigga game (Compton) You know, it's west side in this bitch (G, G, G, G) They want to get that ass hit (G, G, G, G, G, G Unit) They wanna get that ass hit Aye, aye, aye, (G, G, G, G) Who you lookin' at? Na not me nigga Who you lookin' at? Na not me nigga Who you lookin' at? Na not me nigga I'm for real Na not me nigga y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) South side South side |
Who Wrote Southside By Game?
A Torres, Darryl Richardson Ii, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
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