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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000) | |||||
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
Meanwhile, on the southside of town
Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Now what you niggas know about the dirty south Nigga you spit the wrong shit, you gettin' spurred in the mouth Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up Introduce 'em to the glock 1 9, beat 'em up Who in the muthafuckin' house y'all, the gulf coast Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit' And shut you down, bitch I represent from all angles of the south From S.A. to MIA, we in the house Knockin' busta muthafuckas out, so what you sayin' If you for real about this goddamn game, you'd say you playin' So what you claimin' Peep the game that's bein' spit Tell dem niggas who ain't listenin' That southside's the shit I'm screamin' "Dirty South" While I'm chuckin' up my deuce Dedicated to my down ass niggas The South trues, the southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, nigga what, nigga southside Bitches come a dime from outta town With they mouth wide open Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin' Off the candy paint, drippin' Elbows and vogues slippin' Lookin' for sumthin' to happen And thinkin' that these streets are cool And I'm the fool to show 'em 'round 'Cuz I be rappin' that's when I let 'em know Hoe, there's no southern hospitality 'Cuz when dey get here then the southern fatality I ball wit' a group of niggas when it's time to do a job Fuck these groupie bitches, smokin' drankin' with the squad Because it gets crazy after dark they keep they hands on they gun From 5th ward to South Park, the southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes Money to fold, afterparties and shows That's how it goes in this dirty hole Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that Niggas ain't playin' in Texas Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble Lexus In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack That's our thang, niggas got game and you slang like main I been around the world and I, I, I, I Love my Southside niggas I don't know man, I don't know why, why We some live ass niggas Makes no sense how they pimp in the Chi I'm gone ball from the H to the M till I die ATL, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high Come on |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005) | |||||
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Devin)
Hallelujah can tell this Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed Because shit to each's own and each owns voice You can be stealin killin or chillen whateva your choice Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it Life if how you live it I grab tha mic while tha DJ groove it (turntable scratch noise) Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick I go on a quick mission to find some kil' Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill Wake up in tha morning and I have weed still and I chill With tha brothas sippin coffee Too old to be listenin' into what you say so hoe get off me You're born in this world by ya self and you die alone So as long as ya grown ya might as well gone and just (Chorus) Do what tha fuck you wanna do (Go ahead and just) Say what tha fuck you wanna say What did it all mean? Say what you want hoe ya grown You make decisions on your own No one would suffer but you So do what tha fuck you wanna do Now everybody's got elders and you should respect um They been through similar shit but then again you can't let um Put they hands on ya life like a remote control Have you travelin down tha same bumpy tore up road Now close friends and relatives they should be constantly by ya side And understand you gotta let ya conscience be your guide There'll finally come a time for ya self you must decide Cause you only get a ticket might as well enjoy tha ride and just (Chorus) And there's a couple of fucked up man made rules that we should follow But you gotta realize you just might not wake up tomorrow And tha dollar you earn is tha dolla you spend Go get sumthin for ya kids or buy a bottle of gin Is it a sin? I 'ont (don't) know What X and O's in this game Tryin to survive, tryin to get high, tryin to get by and stay alive So (Do it till ya satisfied) Not just a lil bit But wait until ya eighty and start sayin what you couldda did But what did it all mean? Say what you want hoe ya grown You make decisions on your own No one would suffer but you So do what tha fuck you wanna do Chorus fades out |
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from Raphael Saadiq - All Hits At The House Of Blues (2005) |