Uh, get ya mind right (get ya mind right)
What, Southsive for live Westcoast nigga...
[Chorus]
Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love
Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug - 2x
Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog
Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all - 2x
[Lil' Keke]
I'm living life on the run, this is hot pursuit
Niggas lying homies dying, better strap on your boots
I'm the young don, you know I do what I do
One of the first ones in the click, since the year 9-2
Yeah me and Screw, the click you know we started that
It was a three-headed monster with my boy Fat Pat
We was the throwdest the coldest, on this side of town
And all them rookies speaking up, you know they had to bow down
We was profiling, freestyling, buck-wilding
Making money, had a player smiling
Keeping it crunk, bringing the funk, popping the trunk
Smoking the skunk, a player don't front
Fore' I lay down to sleep, you know I gots to pray
Cause this life ain't been the same, since we lost P-A
Sometimes I pick it up, just to make a call
Cause my right-hand to God, man I miss my dog
What, Southsive for live Westcoast nigga...
[Chorus]
Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love
Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug - 2x
Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog
Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all - 2x
[Lil' Keke]
I'm living life on the run, this is hot pursuit
Niggas lying homies dying, better strap on your boots
I'm the young don, you know I do what I do
One of the first ones in the click, since the year 9-2
Yeah me and Screw, the click you know we started that
It was a three-headed monster with my boy Fat Pat
We was the throwdest the coldest, on this side of town
And all them rookies speaking up, you know they had to bow down
We was profiling, freestyling, buck-wilding
Making money, had a player smiling
Keeping it crunk, bringing the funk, popping the trunk
Smoking the skunk, a player don't front
Fore' I lay down to sleep, you know I gots to pray
Cause this life ain't been the same, since we lost P-A
Sometimes I pick it up, just to make a call
Cause my right-hand to God, man I miss my dog
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