CHORUS
Yo we some southside riders rights whatsup
Tanqueray in my cut like whatsup
And were connecting with the westside whatsup
Whastup,…whatsup… whatsup
Gone blow it in the air like whatsup
Cause long hair never care right whatsup
Just wash it down there like Whats sup
Whastup… whatsup… whatsup

First Verse Deuce Fantastick of Peep Game

Your dealing with a southside resident
Yes im fresh as a peppermint
Its evident im so fly feels like im heaven sent
E town represent even thought these haters wanna make me see a deficit
Money i still be getting it
Cause im sick with my sound
Pick her up & im letting her down
She thinks im thinking bout sticking around
She blinks i dip & i skip out of town
Pack to pitching anti leaving the mound
Im bagging it up & im ripping it down
Im talking bought flipping a pound i think that your getting it now
Yeh, im in the booth with the pradas on
Flow hitting you harder than a collision on the autobahn
We making history over here trust me
And when we come around you bow down word to wc
I plan to make dough make money my
Hustle so hard I can be O call me filthy rich you know
You know how I DO been about my chips
Making love to my money yeh we friends with benefits
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