Big Hawk, Z-Ro - Diggin' Da South lyrics

Southside, yeah, it's going down
Bout to turn it out, H-A dub K
Z-Ro The Crooked, it's going down

Man hold up it's going down
We gon rock the house
Got everybody digging the south
Got everybody digging the south
Them boys from the SUC, bout to turn it out
Make everybody scream and shout
Make everybody scream and shout
Now I heard all my people say

Bounce, rock, roller skate
I scrape my tail gate, with a 6-4 pancake
On 2-88, and I'm headed to the Lou'
My fragrance is juice
And my tape deck is Snoop
Roof, up-side your head
If you trying to take mine
You get filled with lead
You dead, but I remain on the creep
Sideways down the street
Woofers pounding my seat
So I creep, and keep it on the down low
Me and my nigga Z-Ro, remain in Cognito
The beat go boom, when we enter the room
The smell of marijuana, mixed with perfume
It's going down, and you know it's going down
Got everybody digging this southern sound
Pound for pound we the best
We can pass any test
And the lyrics that we spit
Will give you cardiac arrest

Man hold up it's going down
We gon rock the house
Got everybody digging the south
Got everybody digging the south
Them boys from the SUC, bout to turn it out
Make everybody scream and shout
Make everybody scream and shout
Now I heard all my people say

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
It's the H-A W-K, and the fella they call Ro
Screwed Up Click representers
Getting bent like a corner
Taking up all four lanes
When we swang it's a G thang
Loving this life, loving this game
Dominating the industry
With raw rap, and everybody love it man
Ain't nobody ripping like the SUC
If you run up with that nigga
I'm gon set you free it's a gangsta party
And ain't no haters allowed
Nothing but pimps and playas
And plenty women going down
Man hold up, let me roll up something sticky
Full of them pills leaning
My people gotta come and get me
Stuck, but never lose composer
Military minded, I'm a Southside soldier
Benjamin Frank' folder
I done shocked the south
Prepare yourself for the Screwed Up
We rock the house

Man hold up it's going down
We gon rock the house
Got everybody digging the south
Got everybody digging the south
Them boys from the SUC, bout to turn it out
Make everybody scream and shout
Make everybody scream and shout
Now I heard all my people say

Girl drop it, Southside is body rocking
To the beat, you can't stop it
Me and Ro making profit
Niggas trying to baller block it
But how the hell, can you knock it
Get down on it, sit down on it
Southside soldiers, annihilating opponents
We want it, I mean a platinum plack
The Cadillacs
The highs with the pool in the back
Give me all of that, plus a little bit more
And I'm sure fa sho, you gon love our flow
We'll steal the show
And have the crowd in a rage
And have every lady trying
To get a pass backstage
We represent third coast
Not to brag or boast we eat up like toast
And burn tracks like toast
Respect to the utmost
Cause we rough and rugged
And that bullshit you spitting
Just ain't gon cut it

Man hold up it's going down
We gon rock the house
Got everybody digging the south
Got everybody digging the south
Them boys from the SUC, bout to turn it out
Make everybody scream and shout
Make everybody scream and shout
Now I heard all my people say
Man hold up it's going down
We gon rock the house
Got everybody digging the south
Got everybody digging the south
Them boys from the SUC, bout to turn it out
Make everybody scream and shout
Make everybody scream and shout
Now I heard all my people say