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e.s.g. - boys n da south lyrics

[chorus – 2x]
the boys in the south are so d-mn hard
we gone ride the freeway we’ll bombard the boulevard
knowing nothing in life, but pushing bricks and making hits
don’t f-ck with us boy, down south the sh-t

[e.s.g.]
woke up quick, at about noon
just thought that i had to hit the southside soon
got to smoke a sweet ‘fore my day begins
‘fore t. jones start tripping on how i park my benz
bout to roll, d-mn near went blind
i got the gucci shades to block the sunshine
ran inside i got my gat and my clip
two out of town l!cks hit me on the hip
then i bailed outside stashed the desert eagle
got a harris county warrant so i’m riding it legal
then i used the screw tape beat, boom boom
i was bumping that old school p-a-t
it was ghetto dreams, at the top of the list
top drop, wreckshop got the rocks on my wrist
for my grip b-tch, i go to war on it, cause i’m
the tightest rapper from houston since the face with the scar on it

[chorus – 2x]

[hawk]
i bombard the boulevard switching lane to lane
boss hogging the highway in my wide frame
gripping the grain, staying on top of my game
bringing the pain, to those -n-lyzing my name
we swing them thangs, now boy we wrecking shop
thangs done changed, hump and e sitting on top
give us a prop, you boys can’t hang with us
you better stop, smoking that angel dust
we dangerous, you need 20/20 to see
proclaiming us, taking over the industry
drop and leave, banging some e.s.g
constantly, putting it down for the p-a-t
master p, taught me some ghetto dope
lil keke, put it down and showed me the ropes
now you see, it all take a microscope
down south, we the sh-t with this lyrical dope, we hard

[chorus – 2x]

[e.s.g.]
cooling on the corner with a prime co. phone
you can tell that the southside was his home
more mail then the rest of the hustlers
and he kept a 40 glock for the busters
increase the, and peaced up
i sip the methyzine codeine, mixed with the peach crush
i set tripping chunks out east stuff
when it’s time for drama we coming deep in the must
cruising down the street in my benzo
boys smoking a sweet, sipping a four
went to the park to get the scoop
p.c. and big e pulls up in a coupe
told me e po-yo, bout to drop a d-mn solo
want me to come through with some tight -ss vocals
best believe my sixteen gone be hard as f-ck
cause e.s.g. puts it down for h-town what’s up

[chorus – 4x]

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