Z-ro - Southside lyrics

[Talking] Southside (Southside), what you know about it We cop bricks (cop brick) Whip it hard, trying to get some extra O's up out it (yeeah) It's Flip Gates, (and who else) Z-Ro The Freestyle King, King of the Ghetto We packing that metal, buck-buck-buck [Lil' Flip] Now you can catch me on MLK, leaving the Tre Or you can catch me chopping blades, my paint blue over grey I drunk a deuce today, I still abuse the hay I still consider Screw, as the number one DJ Shout out to Belfort and Scott, shout out to Mo City too I got a blue cream soda, Ro you know how we do We got the haters confused, cause of the way that we move Ask about me, I was the flyest in high school That's what the fans say, they know we from the South You can take the diamonds out my mouth, and go buy you a house What you know bout X-Band, what you know bout Ganksta Nip What you know bout K-Rino, Z-Ro, Mike D and Lil' Flip What you know bout Timmy Chan's, what you know bout Cloverland What you know bout Scoopastar from A.P.T., yup that's my man What you know bout Big H.A.W.K., my partna legendary We laid back, but we'll put you in the cemetary [Hook] Southside, you know I represent it everyday Rolling on 4's, ain't no love for you hoes Southside, you know we only rolling blue over grey We on a mash for the cash, we on a mash for the cash [Z-Ro] Houston Texas I represent, homie we all about dollas and cents We own property we don't rent, every car we drive got limosine tint Either candy blue or candy red, everytime I hit the parking lot I turn heads King of the Ghetto yeah that's my name, I just want the fortune you can keep the fame I got twenty inch swangers on my ride, a styrofoam cup what's inside Two to twenty if I'm caught with it, so I go up and down as I talk digits Can't see this pistol in my britches, cause I know how to walk with it I'm not greedy either, so if I'm about to get money we can all get it I got love for the Northside, and it loves me back I got people in Trinity Garden and 4th Ward, that'll hit your a** up with the gat H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S From Federal road to Fondren, we only smoke on the best I got a year worth of your salary, hanging around my neck I think I made it to the money, cause my picture is on all my checks Wednesday night we at the Roxy, Sunday night at ABN It's going down on the Dub, hoes mad cause they can't get in on the [Hook] [Lil' Flip] Man I love my side, let me puff my la Let me flip my pie, so I can pimp my ride I'm a legend he a legend, but we both still young It's after 7 what's up Devin, we moving blow like George Jung Man the South is where we from, but we got love for the North I'm blowing dosha out my mouth, 4-85 is what it cost I'm a boss he a boss, homie this a new day Ro call Big Bub, tell him I need a Screw tape [Z-Ro] We got Screw that's true love, that Robert Earl Davis kind So I'll never put money in my pocket, if it's not mine Every dime every nickel every penny, I'ma put in work for it Cause ain't nothing in life for free, you pay money but I'ma spit a verse for it I'm a buisness baby, Z-Ro Incorporated ya dig What I'm doing now, gon' cover my great great great great grandkids Flip the closest thang to a brother I got, he trying to get to the bread What up Gulfbank and Homestead, but I represent the [Hook - 2x]