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The Souf - текст песни



The Souf


(feat. C-Note, D-Red, Big Shasta)




[talking:]


Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn


D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades


Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill


I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn


God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga


Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga


You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga




[Hook: Big Shasta]


What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth


Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house


What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain


Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn


What you know about the South, get on it


If it's money to be made, then I want it


A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it


A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it




[Lil' Flip:]


You ain't know, I could spit it like this


I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit


Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me


I break down the beat, like I break down my weed


I skate down my street, with my K by my feet


To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police


I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish


One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps


Don't run up on me, I wish you would


You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood


From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge


We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid


Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray


I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay


Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me


I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy




[Hook]




[C-Note:]


What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out


The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it


I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it


What you know about it


I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels


The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills


Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint


And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think


Blowing shit that niggaz can't, but niggaz still try to copy


I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy


Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em


Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums


Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew


You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw


But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggaz do


So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue




[Hook]




[D-Red:]


It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga


You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga


Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy


Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany


I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy


Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy


Just spot up at the club, me and my niggaz is showing love


Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up


Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do'


Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes


Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips


Niggaz only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip


To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat k Nots boy


Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy


We making cash brah, we make it last brah


Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah




[Hook]



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