Cruisin' through the barrio Call me the Southside Slayer, Harbor Area superhero With E-Dubb sittin' shotgun That sticky-icky green, can you feel it? Makes you fly, to the sky, elevate your spirit Welcome to the world of the Land Of The Lost No sleek stacks, no chocolate, just G's, drugs and glocks {*gunshot*} Monte Carlos and Regals that hop I'm about to hit the switch and start bouncin' up the block
This is how we roll, we keep it Groovin' til the break of dawn (So play on) Why don't you let, us, play on?
Rolled up, new Coup, brand new, all blue Chrome shoes, hey dudes, and I make fools bow Poppin' my collar, you better holler right now I want my dollars right now Smokin' that chaffey, I rolls with my heat Bitches see me rollin', tryin' to flag and stop me So they can tell the homegirls that they roll with papi A Mexican with braids, so that's why they jock me I changed up the game, now they're trying to copy Hatin' so much, that they're trying to pop me They do it too sloppy and they can't stop me From stompin' 'em like a bitch in the hotel lobby (Putos!) Just for tryin' to caring, you fool Don't try to fuck with us (Heh, ha) Don't try to fuck with us
Stacee Adams, khakis pants Real eses, real fucked up in the brain That tequila got my motherfuckin' chest all burned And gangsters make the world go 'round, it's our turn Vatos packin' .44's that burn Stupid motherfuckers ain't gon' never learn Southside for million, one shot You're not from the south, then fool Don't need, trees to carve, just need I'm tryin' to get this feria, now what I'm tryin' to get this feria, now what
For the year 2-Double 0-uno In the motherfuckin' house We rock this motherfucker H-A in ya motherfuckin' ear drum