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