Lil Keke, Z-Ro - When We Ride lyrics

Dirty South, Houston Texas
4 million strong, CMG, 2003 man
The young Don man, representing
This how we ride man, Southside
Northside, sing it

When we ride, it's for the Southside
(it's for the Southside)
It's for the Southside
It's for the Southside, yeah

The party over here, the party up over there
Southside lighting up, Saturday night I swear
Take a trip to Richmond, down to Westtown
When your chick driving, I pull up behind her
Look at the scene, look at the hoes
Look at the Dubs look at the 3's
Look at the 4's
We gon wild out, till we fall out
Catch a freak get on, nigga that's no doubt
I'm the Dirty South lover, undercover brother
Getting my chips, don't change for nan nother
Bumping and talking, but that's okay
Have your weapon loaded up, cause
We coming your way, hey

When we ride, it's for the Southside
(it's for the Southside)
It's for the Southside
It's for the Southside, yeah
And we get high, with the Northside
(with the Northside)
With the Northside yeah
With the Northside, yeah

When we ride
It's for the South and for the Northside
Boppers bopping when they see us
They open they mouth wide
We them goodfellas
Running the city block to block
Herschelwood to Havistock, Vetapen to Scot
It don't stop, we get blowed all day long
Brothers got two or three Nextels
Steady using a pay phone cause them people
Be tapping into our conversations
If they catch us with that herb
We facing incarceration
If it's on the low, I love the sound of that
Plus if it's headbanger
I'ma sco' a pound of that
Z-Ro the phenomenon, and Lil' Keke the Don
SUC smoking on cabbage, from dusk till dawn
That's for the sets my friend
It's no plex again we all united in my city
Like we all Mexicans
We all about our bread, candy blue or the red
Forever dangerous we bust heads
Our city is FED ha

Glock 9, y'all niggas gon make me pop mine
Back up lil' daddy
Ain't no way you could stop mine
Drop mine, at the drop of a dime
Open up your ear, I'ma drop another line
It's bout time, now the road is clear
Got the tinted up Range
Rolling up in the rear
We bout six or seven deep
When we pull from the mansion
Here come big 2, crawling up Avalanching
Big T, watching out no slipping
Cock the hammer back
If they breathe start tripping
CMG fall off, nigga it's no never
Call your boys call your click
We down for whatever
Suit yourself mayn, but we roll leather
Air Force 1's, throwbacks in this weather
H Town, and it ain't nothing but love
I get high with the North
Say what's up Slim Thug

Southside yeah, Northside
This how we ride man, this how we roll man
Yeah what, CMG nigga, 2000 and 3
I'ma try and look at you
A little bit out here
You understand, check it what