Trae Tha Truth, Russell Lee - Still On Da Southside lyrics

On the Southside
Candy sprayed, looking so live
84's and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down

I'm still low behind tints
Swanging to Southwest
A lot of shit on my mind
Still living the stretch screw-U I miss you
Ain't a damn thang changed
To the day I'm deceased, I'ma rep the name
Holding it down for the South, and the SUC
Ahead of the pack, forever SLAB
And swanging 4's and vogues, low with TV's
The trunk popped up
And showing that I'm a G
Out the Dirty Southside, of H T-X
In a throwback drop, or a four do' Lex
With a throw away Glock
When a nigga got plex
I'm fresh off the block, slow-mo in a Vet


Peep game when I grip the grain
I'm off the chain
Down the baseline, and cross over the lane
Like AI, my game is too fly
Blue over gray, when I pass on by
I'm a B-E T, and a Southwest thug
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs
Scrubs, back back give me fifty
Cause wanna be thugs, don't get no love
From the Maab or the click
Slow Loud And Bangin'
From the beginning to end
I ain't never changing
And the East to Westcoast
Is what I'm ranging
That candy blue, on locks that I'm staging
Rearranging, your changing thoughts
When I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars
Like Randy Moss, I'ma play the field
On the hunt for a mill, displaying my skills
Southsive for live, repping my block
My hood on fire, streets is on lock
With the shit that I got, I'm never gon stop
For Screw I'ma punch the gas, to the top

If I'm pulling out the garage
Better believe it's mine
And if the light is on me
Then I'ma go on and shine
Baller block niggas
On glass when I hop the lane
It's a damn shame
The way my top drop and swang
My slab doubling
And niggas be thinking that it's a game
Trae ain't the same
And leading the line like a train
And I'm in the cockpit
That glide like a plane
When I'm on Fondren
I be heading down to Main
Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock
In a CMC, and low key from cops
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots
I put about four G's, up in the stash spot
Bleeding the block
At night when I get my cash
And wood all on my dash
With leather under my ass
2-55, with full speed to mash
When the bops on the block
I'm full speed to pass
Like Dizzy Young, cause I'm young and raw
With no love for the law
That hate a young thug
That's real in the streets
And never been fake
With artillery, for niggas that I hate
Cause I'm playa, ain't no way to knock that
When it come to the click
You know I got that
So you cats, better play the back field
Cause I'm the homerun king champ
And I'm next to bat
For the Dirty Southside
And the Wild Wild West
When it quick to click
Or putting the drama to rest
I'm telling these cats
They don't wanna test
Cause the click full of G's
Just might cause a mess
When they in black Houpes
And they ready to ride
Believe me, G-Maab ain't playing no games
I ride for the set, to the day I quit
And if it ever come to that
Then it's over mayn

I represent for the Dirty 3rd
When I shake the block
For P-A T and Mafio, I'ma drop the drop
Body rock and catch hot
When these haters jock and on top of that
Watching these boppers bop
On a G like Trae, since back in the day
When I tip the Houpe, and flipped up Few Quay
South Klique for life, with BJ And Lil' Shay
My brother Jay'Ton, and the rest of SK
But now I'm in a first class, four do' slab
Getting my shine on, and beating up the Ave
Still on the Southside, got niggas mouth wide
Piss me off, and I'ma fuck up they inside
Outside, when I let up my trunk
Six fifteens, and yep they gon bump
Think of touching my shit
You bound to get stomped
I ain't never been a punk
You chose to get dumped
One deep or with a click, I'm still gon ball
In a DTS, the screens is gon fall
T-R-A-E, I play the game raw
Fin to set this shit off
With no time to stall
For the Screw K3, they done dropped the chain
And the guerilla got loose
That they tried to tame
And now they feeling this one
From H Town to Spain
Now niggas in the game, be looking so lame
When they see my 4's
Running niggas out the way
When I'm fresh out the Jag
On candy blue sprayed
When I'm fresh out the Quay, on customized
Six TV's, banked up on MLK
T-IN T, black on black I'm thoed
So these niggas don't know
What I'm working with
Or what I got inside, late night when I ride
It's gangstafied, I know you feeling this

We gon hold it down, On the Southside
Yeah, of H Town, it goes down