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Southside, the land of milk and honey baby
Real niggaz getting money baby, respect that
Broke niggaz, get somewhere only the strong survive
All about that paper baby, we want it

[H.A.W.K.]
Money by the tons, weed in my lungs
Switch blades and guns, niggaz don t want none
This is the Dirty, the land of the birdie
Hustlers up early, getting they hands dirty
You heard me, yeah we get that do
Sell out and resco , and then get some mo
And also, we spit that amazing flow
Ask me what I m hitting fo , I want ten a show

[Lil Keke]
Niggaz up in the gutter, they do it for white and butter
They stretching it like it s rubber, the ghetto a motherfucker
Ducking the undercover, FED s they trying to smother
Got taps up on your mother, your sister and baby brother
Working in closed do s, walking on tip toes
And these zeros, processing these kilos
Scratching for chips and cheddar, making a cookie buck
Gangstas up in the hood, we get it no matter what

[Hook - 2x]
When it s on in the hood, you feel it deep in your gut
Gangstas gon hold it down in the streets, no matter what
Packages by the hour, my nigga we get it early
Grind and get your cash, this how we do it in the Dirty

[H.A.W.K.]
This right here, gon squash all the rumors
Satisfy consumers, and cause some brain tumors
Our boy s a late bloomer, but now of excel
Local to worldwide, expanding like Nextel
Niggaz hoping I fail, but I raise hell
In the shit I sell, quickly moves off the shelves
I m a hood nigga, up to no good nigga
Hood nigga, I wish you would nigga
Eleven-nine-eleven, nigga that s what s up
I m strolling the cut, pinky suits and all black Chucks
You gotta have nuts, cause gangstas gon hold it down
Saturating the town, white tan or brown
Bricks of pounds, you bumping get hit with rounds
Kicked around, fuck around and get beat down
Cause it s money to be made, on my side of town
If you ain t getting money, you better move around

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil Keke]
Niggaz out here faking, and hating on my ability
All type of weapons and guns, in facility
Niggaz out here bumping they gums, it s really killing me
Gangstas representing in the hood, I know you feeling me
Off top, this how the work gon get handled
Snatching from the po , when they cross the ship channel
Quick nigga, and I ain t got time to think
Only dates matter now, it s the first and fifteenth
And it s casualties in war, ain t no friends in money
Everybody s all good, when the days is sunny
But I m a G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Multiply and add, trying to raise up my pay
This one for the fam, so I hold shit down
Worldwide round the globe, but it s still H-Town
This is for the hustlers, I know you heard me
Wrecking 2K4, straight up out the Dirty

[Hook - 2x]

Tekst :

[lil keke - chorus]
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down don t make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down i ll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down i got them diamonds in my mouth

[paul wall - verse 1]
Well it s that grain grippa from houston, tex
That bar sippa, that bar no plex
I m straight up outta that swishahouse
Where g. dash write all the checks
So check the neck, check the wrist
I m balla status from head to toe
My jewelry shop sell more grills
Than george foreman, baby now ya know
That ain t a igloo, that s my watch
And that ain t snow, baby that s my chain
That s not a ice girl, that s my teeth
And that s not a snowcone, that s my ring
It ain t kool-aid up in my cup
I stay sippin that purple oil
I stay flippin the slab on 4 s
Cuz i m a hustla til i m in the soil
My wrist game is one of a kind
Patek philippe worth 100k
My work schedule out on the block
It s mash all night and grind all day
No 401k for a hustler
Just bleed the block and stack that paper
M.o.b. when it come to hoes
And a 40 cal when it come to haters
We authentic players not counterfeit
Got a 600 benz with a fall kit
Got hoes at the hk turnin tricks
Out runnin the tracks tryina make me rich
I m too legit to quit
Stackin up that paper til i m gone
So i ma be workin wood wheel and catchin splinters
Ridin 20 inches or better of chrome

[lil keke - chorus]
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down don t make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down i ll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down i got them diamonds in my mouth

[lil keke - verse 2]
(don ke!)
Houston tex got the streets burnin
Poppin seals with them 4 s turnin
Rookie boys they still learnin
Losin cash, i m still earnin
Get my bread while i shake the fed
Keep them dimes in and out my bed
Jump in the drop to convert the top
And let em bop on candy red
Leather seats with that wood out
They don t know what my hood bout
Tryin to take the young don s spot
I m platinum ball and still hot
Haters off in my mix again
Pimpin broads plus pimpin pens
Multiplyin, i gotta win
Keep that ice lookin clear as gin
Out tha roof still chunkin deuce
Ridin slab and hoppin juice
Diamond grill with play and skills
Just pass the mic and i ll let it loose
Independent, still chasin bucks
22 s on porshe trucks
Model chicks with them big ol bucks
Killa clans with them big ol nuts
Hit the club with my game tight
Hoe s boppin my fame right
Did her thang the same night
Boys talkin it s all hype
Cut the check when i run my mouth
Rollin green like i m playing golf
Texas boys be goin off
Representin that north and south

[lil keke - chorus]
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down don t make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down i ll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down i got them diamonds in my mouth

[pimp c - verse 3]
I m from port arthur texas
Represent it til i m dead (dead)
Pimpin almost died in the 80 s
Boys was scared (scared)
Bitches was on crack
And the lacs wasn t rollin (rollin)
But the game done been revived
Cuz now the southside is holdin (ha)
Pockets stay swollen (ha)
What do we do with all the cash (cash)
Try 84 s gold wrists
With tv s jumpin out the dash (dash)
Pistol in the stash even though i m on parole (role)
Nigga try me with that fuck it
Bitch i ll leave ya body cold (cold...)

[bun b verse 3]
From tha land of grain (grain)
Candy paint (paint)
84 s and the chrome grill
It s texas baby (ha)
Dirty south (south)
P-a-t, you know we real
We packin k s (k s)
Desert eag s (eag s)
Ar s and them 38 s
We servin nothin but china white
Playa we don t sell that dirty weight
Big bun b-da
Holdin it down (down)
Rep the town to the fullest (fullest)
Whether it be on the mic or in them streets
Bustin them bullets (bullets)
Don t pull it with me (with me)
I won t pull it on you
And leave you ventilated
Ugk is back on the block
And you marks is finna hate it

[lil keke - chorus]
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down don t make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down i ll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Boys talkin down i got them diamonds in my mouth

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Screw it up, S.U.C
2003, the Don of the South the Boss of the North
Millennium edition

[Lil Keke]
You know we draped up and dripped out, y all boys tripped out
Riding me and 2Pac, gotta have your glock out
Pull it out the stash spot, when I dash out
Me and Slim on the stage, better have your cash out
3 in the morning, and the click still hanging
3:15, you know the trunk still banging
Neighborhood woke up, popped up choked up
Hummer still smoked up, concrete broke up
Time to lay it down, like Big Ball & G
It s the L to the I to the L, to the K to the E to the K to the E
Throw your hood up, this is Texas best
Don t forget wrist lit, with a frosty chest
I m the total package, like that boy Kobe Bryant
And take the roof off, when I m rocking Reliant
CMG-Boss Hogg, when we gangsta limping
Southside-Northside, forever we still pimping

[Hook]
Still pimping, Southside fa sho
Still pimping, Northside fa sho
Still pimping, Eastside fa sho
Cause these Southside playas for real, they stay pimping
Still pimping, (Northside fa sho)
Still pimping, (Southside fa sho)
Still pimping, (Westside fa sho)
Cause these Northside playas for real, they stay pimping

[Slim Thug]
3 o clock in the morning, the party still going
Dro still blowing, the drank still po ing
H-Town still holding, Slim Thee-Lil Ke
Fat P-A to the T, we the dangerous three
I represent for my city, rolling on low-pros
From 20 s to 24 s, or elbows and vogues
We the most chose by hoes, everytime we step out
We rolling to when it slows, everytime we pull out
Know what I m talking bout, this is H-Town finest
Getting that big cash, putting bullshit behind us
You might find us, pieced up in the club
At least a hundred thugs, deep up in the club
It s the North and the South, the Don and the Boss
If you got what it costs, we gon rock the house
Oh no, there go the Big Unit ripping again
Feeling like I m Don Juan, when I m pimping a pen

[Hook]

[Lil Keke]
First three of the flow, when it s time to go
In and out the back do , cause we crash the show
One mo time on the real, ask Manny Shetill
Pistol grip pump, when it s time to trip
Houston Texas is the home, of Lil Keke the Don
Catch the legend in a throwback, plus Air Force 1 s
And I punch in clocks, plus we covered in rocks
Where the thugs where the ballers, representing the block
Big macking no slacking, and the ladies they love it
Me and 2 looking good, showing out in public
Dirty South representing, go on throw up your seed
Pimping pens once again, this is Lil Keke

[Hook]

Jest kilka takich miejsc
gdzie wczoraj nie istnieje
gdzie można wciąż
zachłysnąć się powietrzem
pare miejsc gdzie
nie czuję się
ścigana przez
napisy na murach
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It s a neverending world out there
And you and I made it this far
but believe me there s things about me you don t know

And who do I turn to?
Where do I run?
Who do I seek, cuz baby it s a cry for help.

Lullaby

Hush my love now don t you cry
Everything will be all tight
Close your eyes and drift in dream
Rest in peaceful sleep

If there s one thing I hope I showed you
Hope I showed you

Just give love to all

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