Southland Gangsters – SouthSide Riders

Southland Gangsters – SouthSide Riders Lyrics

Artist: Southland Gangsters
Song: SouthSide Riders

Verse 1
Well it’s that Fly Ese
Pulling stunts like Kenievel
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Like that fool named Evil
E, look at me but don’t stare too long cus I’ll
Hit that #ss like a mothaf#cking bong
Cocked strong

When it comes down to writing tight verses
Haters out there quick to snatch’em like purses
You can rehearse’em
But never seem to qualify

Doing sh#t like that
Could make the teflon fly
Look im the sky is it a bird or a plan shooting like a star
It’s all checkers in the game

In it for the fame
Most of all for the loot
Lyrics drop like rain
Then they start to pollute

Your whole atmosphere
Aswell as your mental
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Making all those that doubted me

True believers and all those thay don’t ill make’em fall like..
Verse 2:
I’m like a lion big and tall f#cking up yall
We on some

Other, other
Thuggish sister and the brother
Cased dismissed I gotta take a piss
Drinking Pisto and vino

Then olden Pen Pisto
Mad dawg with the cuete blasting at your forehead leav’em all dead til the code
?
Casper in the mix

Chicle Boy spit that sh#t
Stalker One under the sun Acile Ave. is where it’s done
Stalk and Stimey
Remind me that time we were drunk

Gettin’ crunk at the your boy’s with your boys, what the f#ck?
Bump my sh#t Villain, Torcido and Chepe
Hated Nation Wide you best believe I’m well respected
You thought that I split

Never that, I just rested
Connected with who?
No one took my homies Tested
Chornic, Tortina you a joke come on confess it

No one over there’s been riding since O.G left it
You Wanna Be A Rider!
South Sider!
Southland Clique, Keeping It Tighter!

All The Homies Getting Laid Tonight
Make The Moves
Make Some Loot And Hold It Down The Side
We Keep It Ganster!

Keepin’ It Gangster!
Baby You Know The Way!
The Gangster Way
Gangster Way

Verse 3:
I was born clutching weapons thinking momey was my way out
Living the life while rappers slanging always staying out
Riding with the South and got the clique on top

I put my soul in my music homicidal dreams
Grab my 9 as we take over rhese f#cking streets
Can’t be another number
Pro-pro-product on the block

Shed a tear for the homies that got traced and chalked
And where’s the end to his misery I ask and pray
Father lord please forgive me for the way that i feel
I hang with killer with no soul and my end is near

Busting track on these mission and the way that we roll
This sh#t dont dotp dtop the top then we start ti ball
I got my enemies panicked
Hiding i. Cracks like rats

Chasing b#tches and these putos with baseball bats
I put my finger in the air screaming f#ck”em all
This the COA clique and we above the law
God please i ask for mercy and i ask for your strength

Cus man running through the streets has got me into some sh#t
I lost my path that is righteous im this circular work
But the. Again I’m str8 riding smoking moly for
And as i ran out i was?

While my soul was delivered
Verse 5:
I’m motivated by this money
Making searching for game

This sh#t has got me going crazy father show me a way
I’m making cash living clean living proper and clean
Making music for my people while providing the streets
That’s kinda hard but it’s my passion and I’m finding some help

No matter what’s the circumstance if you get down we get down
Pay attention cus we coming bout to take the sh#t off
If you’re not southland represent then you can get the f#ck on you feel me
Now holla gangstas if you feel this sh#t here

Represent the razas flag
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Lets make it clear we oursiding and we mashing with passion
Everlasting in this game holla at me what’s crackking

You Wanna Be A Rider!
South Sider!
Southland Clique, Keeping It Tighter!
All The Homies Getting Laid Tonight

Makin Moves
Make The Loot And Hold It Down The Side
We Keep It Ganster!
Keepin’ It Gangster!

Baby You Know The Way!
The Gangster Way
Gangster Way
Verse 6:

Sleepy Malo dreams of having beans and a big escalade
Get the f#ck out my way if you feeling my stream
Don’t say shoot for the moon
Say shoot for the starts i guarantee before I’m scarred I’ll leave the kinculos scarred

Going far
Still ik shows that’s called paying my deuce
I gotta hustle cus i know my little boy needs shoes
And these fools that wanna truce now that we fit the game

My families the only one that’s eating out of my plate
So go and get that straight
Ese i think it’s too late
To erase that big line between

Seperate
Who appears and dusappear for whenevr they feel
Aslong as as I’m still here
That’s all we need to proceed

Make enough to keep on rhyming the streeta
Last but not least Mr. Dee’s don’t SELLOUT you can’t hang with southland then get the hell put
I’m a mothaf#cking
Gangsta gangsta and it’s plain to see still f#cking up gangstas beats its for theoretically beats southland

Niw who coild that be
To boss me toss me cmon homie i guess you really don’t lnow me
I’m a balla
20 inch crawler

Out for them dollars I’m just playing ese
I’m out ray
And the souhtlans
Mrd ee homie ain’t

Nithing changed still peeping this game
Now ask yurself who’s to blame
Saying I ain’t
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Southland Gangsters Lyrics – SouthSide Riders

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Release Year: 2004