E.S.G. - South Side Comin' lyrics

[Intro] Southside's coming - 4x Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh - 2x Southside's coming - 8x [Hook] If you don't give a what, like we don't give a what Let me see you, put your hood in the air - 2x If a hater jump up, what we tell him (back-back) See my click bust first, it ain't no time to (clap back) See they talking like they k**as, but where they (straps at) This the Dirty South boy, what you know about that [E.S.G.] Out the Superbowl city dog, yep ya boy E.S.G. Like a George Foreman grill, man I'm known to cook heat Spit heat for the street, over crunk beats Crack my trunk, I crack concrete All my gangstas bounce with me, blow a hydro ounce with me Fake gangsta rappers, don't wanna go to war You dummies might as well and bust, send ya a** to Mars Better bulletproof your cars, if you running ya mouth We turn Maybachs to drop tops, with choppers down South Don't make me knock you cowards out, you be crying like ya gay You the type, that'll marry Brittany Spears for a day See plenty of weight, plenty of them rocks Boys never seen you, on no block Boys never seen you, pop no glock Boys never seen you, dodge no cops H-E-L hot, H-Town we right behind If them hatas holla back, it's hollow tips through they spine Doctors holla flat line, hate to see a crying lady Cause I'm straight with a 3-80, like a black Tom Brady [Hook] [Intro] [E.S.G.] Gotta make your mail, gotta make your bread Can't be scared, to push ahead Don't give a damn, what no one said Got's to keep, your family fed Whole lot of homies, been mislead Get caught up, they wind up dead Running round, like they ain't scared Boys round here, will bust your head Like my dog Juve said I need it, I need it in my life I ain't trying to be Mystikal, and go to jail tonight Playa pressure bust pipes, and ya pipes bout to bust I don't care where you from, homie throw your hood up [Hook] [E.S.G.] Like Walter Payton we skating, on black spinners and daytons Escalade I'm navigating, and to hell with probation Motivation determination, dedication and paper chasing I avoid the frustration, and aggravation from the hating Spit game is my occupation, a thug with a education Tryna teach to reach my nation, you boys see what we facing Radio station no rotation, they told me to be patient How the hell can I keep on waiting, these fakas keep on faking Fascination with them toys, I love A.K.'s Let me see you rep your hood, M-I-A to L.A Down South don't play, next time you come our way Let me see you get crunk, now that's what Lil' Jon would say [Hook]