Southside - Big Mello.lrc

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[00:02.97](feat. Z-Ro, Trae, Cl'Che, Ghetto)
[00:03.60](talking:)
[00:05.52]What uh, Southside for li'
[00:06.21]What, H-Town baby come on
[00:06.81](Big Mello:)
[00:07.02]Watch me come through, tal'n bout what it do
[00:07.95]Hop out who-do, trunk knock with that Screw
[00:08.79]Ain't nothing changed, see I'm still true blue
[00:09.63]Hit my licks, but I keep em on the cool huh
[00:10.56]I'm a damn fool huh, KMJ the crew
[00:13.08]Already heavy like a Cheve, bout the feddy
[00:13.83]On scrill break limits, shred rappers like confeddi
[00:14.94]Grip the damn grain, pinky ring keep it steady
[00:16.20]I'm the body rocker, represent the Southside
[00:17.13]Even when I'm high, keep that money on my mind
[00:18.09]So I grind, T on my side we gotta ****in' rhyme
[00:20.88]Hoes gon mind, cause they know the ice blind
[00:21.93]All the time, see I gotta wreck
[00:22.50]Cash a damn check, keep my shit up in your deck
[00:27.90]The architect designer, hustler slash rhymer
[00:28.86]Candy paint niggas, I'm the base like primer
[00:29.76]What big timer, Big Mello
[00:30.36]Southside, Big thang niggas riding, stack big pesos
[00:32.16]Me and Z-Ro, J and Geno
[00:37.32]On the Q track, keep the flow so thoed
[00:39.78]I'ma body rock ya, from your head to your toe
[00:40.65]Boys can't see, Mello and Z-Ro
[00:42.18]Only at the show, late night video
[00:44.10]Hiram-Clarke/Mo City, what Mafioso
[00:45.00](Z-Ro:)
[00:45.15]Ridgemont 4 representer, niggaz wonder where I went
[00:46.26]Bending corners in a Intrepid, fo' do' behind tint
[00:50.34]Making stacks upon stacks upon stacks, of B. Franklin
[00:52.02]Anybody running up on KMJ, will be stanking
[00:53.13]I might be shermed out, I might be smoking on that drizzo
[00:54.21]Anyway it go, I'm still gon put a tag on your big toe
[00:55.41]Ask Eugene, we killers with automatic machine
[00:56.49]Knocking over walls when we crawl, keeping our mug on mean
[00:59.16]If you got a sensitive side, get up out my ride
[01:00.27]Cause it's sho to be some pistol play, probably homicide
[01:01.77]If you's a snitch or a ho or a bitch, I'm digging your ditch
[01:03.18]Giving out dome calls, leaving everybody wigless
[01:04.32]I'm gonna, give a mother****er a headstone
[01:06.60]Cause I'm after my paper, mama say go get it even though she dead and gone
[01:08.16]Smoke and dranking with alphabets, to tighten my lip
[01:10.47]With a dirty gar beam for busters, hitting em right in they hip
[01:12.06]I'm a guerilla, do anything it take to make scrilla
[01:13.20]Even if one of my own gotta fall, nigga y'all niggaz
[01:14.40]I'm one of a kind, and ain't no mother****er got my mind
[01:17.40]I don't need a relation*************p, as long as I got my nine
[01:18.51](Trae:)
[01:18.60]Tell me the truth, why do these cats be thinking that they could be ****ing with us
[01:20.61]Really though I don't know, but they don't wanna be running with us
[01:22.65]I'm out that Southsi' for li', for li' until I die
[01:23.55]KMJ coming up out of the storm, for real that ain't no lie
[01:24.78]With Dougie D and Z-Ro, we making a pay to break bread
[01:27.60]If somebody ****ing with Big Mello, my slug hit em in they head
[01:28.86]Ain't no disrespecting my team, or my team'll get aggravated
[01:30.18]All you mark ass mother****ers better duck, or you infiltrated
[01:31.62](Ghetto:)
[01:31.74]See I'm a Dirty South talker, philly blunt sparker
[01:32.79]Telling hoes to come on down, like Bob Barker
[01:33.69]Never been a stalker, man **** a mother****er
[01:36.15]All a mother****er can do for a pimp, is make me rich
[01:37.26]Hit the switch in a mother****ing p, with bump in the trunk
[01:38.61]I ain't tripping on no haters, I got that pump in the trunk
[01:39.96]And I'm ready to dump, up on a mother****er ass mother****er
[01:41.31]Cause ain't no Blood'n or Crip'n, cause we from Texas nigga
[01:43.02]Bitch we all about, our cash flow
[01:44.73]Don't play no games, or you'll end up with a tag up on your big toe
[01:46.38]It's that nigga Mello, and that nigga Ghetto
[01:48.33]Coming through your backdo', niggaz what they hitting fo'
[01:49.53]Some playas, down here
[01:50.13]Don't bring your girl, cause we hot nigga slayers down here
[01:51.51]Done hooked up with my nigga Daz Dili', from the mother****ing West
[01:53.28]Burning holes in you niggaz chest, like you was smoking on some stress
[01:57.03]Or that bomb-bomb, nigga from Vietnam
[01:58.02]Niggaz ring the mother****ing alarm, cause it's on
[01:59.52]I got my nigga JJ, in a zone
[02:00.18]Nigga mother****, tell that nigga to bring it on
[02:01.17]I don't know why, niggaz wanna try but try
[02:03.27]But the only think I know, that your niggaz'll die
[02:04.38]If they ****ing, with the KMJ click
[02:08.37]If you don't like it, get up off the Southside nigga nigga
[02:09.84](Cl'Che:)
[02:09.99]If you wonder where I'm at, this guerilla at
[02:12.42]I'm ****in' running in your face, if you haven't seen me yet
[02:14.37]I'm a Southsi' for li', hot girl
[02:14.97]Rocking with the Big Mello, and the Crooked Z-Ro
[02:16.71]Quick to break the hoes, off
[02:17.22]While we dropping tops, we got you dropping your mouth
[02:18.75]Cl'Che representing for the South, the Dirty South
[02:21.60]Ask that Q, these haters put em in line
[02:22.62]Big Mello above the Cl', Z-Ro on the side of Cl'
[02:23.61]So I'm telling you, ain't none of that getting close to Cl'
[02:25.02]I play with big boys, that move them big thangs
[02:28.20]C.D.'s and LP's, so we can get a bigger name
[02:29.40]KMJ, we gon stick to your brain like cement
[02:30.39]Glass get em Monroe, we flyer than bird shit
[02:34.89]It's me, now tell me what you see
[02:36.06]A list mouth mother****er, with a cold mouthpiece
[02:37.53]R.I.P. to my G's and chicks, we still swanging them do's
[02:38.88]Candy riding on 4's, and niggaz policing they golds
[02:40.35]Down here, Southsi' for li'
[02:40.92]Houston Texas, just to make it all clear
文本歌词
(feat. Z-Ro, Trae, Cl'Che, Ghetto)
(talking:)
What uh, Southside for li'
What, H-Town baby come on
(Big Mello:)
Watch me come through, tal'n bout what it do
Hop out who-do, trunk knock with that Screw
Ain't nothing changed, see I'm still true blue
Hit my licks, but I keep em on the cool huh
I'm a damn fool huh, KMJ the crew
Already heavy like a Cheve, bout the feddy
On scrill break limits, shred rappers like confeddi
Grip the damn grain, pinky ring keep it steady
I'm the body rocker, represent the Southside
Even when I'm high, keep that money on my mind
So I grind, T on my side we gotta ****in' rhyme
Hoes gon mind, cause they know the ice blind
All the time, see I gotta wreck
Cash a damn check, keep my shit up in your deck
The architect designer, hustler slash rhymer
Candy paint niggas, I'm the base like primer
What big timer, Big Mello
Southside, Big thang niggas riding, stack big pesos
Me and Z-Ro, J and Geno
On the Q track, keep the flow so thoed
I'ma body rock ya, from your head to your toe
Boys can't see, Mello and Z-Ro
Only at the show, late night video
Hiram-Clarke/Mo City, what Mafioso
(Z-Ro:)
Ridgemont 4 representer, niggaz wonder where I went
Bending corners in a Intrepid, fo' do' behind tint
Making stacks upon stacks upon stacks, of B. Franklin
Anybody running up on KMJ, will be stanking
I might be shermed out, I might be smoking on that drizzo
Anyway it go, I'm still gon put a tag on your big toe
Ask Eugene, we killers with automatic machine
Knocking over walls when we crawl, keeping our mug on mean
If you got a sensitive side, get up out my ride
Cause it's sho to be some pistol play, probably homicide
If you's a snitch or a ho or a bitch, I'm digging your ditch
Giving out dome calls, leaving everybody wigless
I'm gonna, give a mother****er a headstone
Cause I'm after my paper, mama say go get it even though she dead and gone
Smoke and dranking with alphabets, to tighten my lip
With a dirty gar beam for busters, hitting em right in they hip
I'm a guerilla, do anything it take to make scrilla
Even if one of my own gotta fall, nigga y'all niggaz
I'm one of a kind, and ain't no mother****er got my mind
I don't need a relation*************p, as long as I got my nine
(Trae:)
Tell me the truth, why do these cats be thinking that they could be ****ing with us
Really though I don't know, but they don't wanna be running with us
I'm out that Southsi' for li', for li' until I die
KMJ coming up out of the storm, for real that ain't no lie
With Dougie D and Z-Ro, we making a pay to break bread
If somebody ****ing with Big Mello, my slug hit em in they head
Ain't no disrespecting my team, or my team'll get aggravated
All you mark ass mother****ers better duck, or you infiltrated
(Ghetto:)
See I'm a Dirty South talker, philly blunt sparker
Telling hoes to come on down, like Bob Barker
Never been a stalker, man **** a mother****er
All a mother****er can do for a pimp, is make me rich
Hit the switch in a mother****ing p, with bump in the trunk
I ain't tripping on no haters, I got that pump in the trunk
And I'm ready to dump, up on a mother****er ass mother****er
Cause ain't no Blood'n or Crip'n, cause we from Texas nigga
Bitch we all about, our cash flow
Don't play no games, or you'll end up with a tag up on your big toe
It's that nigga Mello, and that nigga Ghetto
Coming through your backdo', niggaz what they hitting fo'
Some playas, down here
Don't bring your girl, cause we hot nigga slayers down here
Done hooked up with my nigga Daz Dili', from the mother****ing West
Burning holes in you niggaz chest, like you was smoking on some stress
Or that bomb-bomb, nigga from Vietnam
Niggaz ring the mother****ing alarm, cause it's on
I got my nigga JJ, in a zone
Nigga mother****, tell that nigga to bring it on
I don't know why, niggaz wanna try but try
But the only think I know, that your niggaz'll die
If they ****ing, with the KMJ click
If you don't like it, get up off the Southside nigga nigga
(Cl'Che:)
If you wonder where I'm at, this guerilla at
I'm ****in' running in your face, if you haven't seen me yet
I'm a Southsi' for li', hot girl
Rocking with the Big Mello, and the Crooked Z-Ro
Quick to break the hoes, off
While we dropping tops, we got you dropping your mouth
Cl'Che representing for the South, the Dirty South
Ask that Q, these haters put em in line
Big Mello above the Cl', Z-Ro on the side of Cl'
So I'm telling you, ain't none of that getting close to Cl'
I play with big boys, that move them big thangs
C.D.'s and LP's, so we can get a bigger name
KMJ, we gon stick to your brain like cement
Glass get em Monroe, we flyer than bird shit
It's me, now tell me what you see
A list mouth mother****er, with a cold mouthpiece
R.I.P. to my G's and chicks, we still swanging them do's
Candy riding on 4's, and niggaz policing they golds
Down here, Southsi' for li'
Houston Texas, just to make it all clear