[Intro - spoken]
What, young Don
BMS
Guess who's back, guess who's back? x4
[Hook - sung (singer unknown)]
Candy slab with wood grain, white guts
Acting bad for them things, get buck
Do you want to Southside with me?
Do you want to Southside with me?
Candy slab with wood grain, white guts
Acting bad for them things, get buck
Do you want to Southside with me?
Do you want to Southside with me?
[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
It's the wood grain gripper, retired pie flipper
Twenty inch dipper with women on his zipper
The freestyle king, yeah, the freestyle man
Freestyle from H-Town to the Miami sand
Have you ever seen a gangster with the city on lock?
Southside representing, steady punching a clock
And I never leave home without the jet-black heater
Riding up on a slab, chromed out 2-seater
The whole world waiting, broke boys be hating
I be ice skating, rushing like Walter Payton
With something to slide to, the hoe just follow
You looking for a 'G', lil' mama, then go on, holler
Rolling and strolling and holding, 'cause I'm a factor
Lil' Keke, the Don, certified, a bad actor
Get paid on mics 'cause ain't nothing for free
And we can rock and roll, baby, on the South with me
Come on
What, young Don
BMS
Guess who's back, guess who's back? x4
[Hook - sung (singer unknown)]
Candy slab with wood grain, white guts
Acting bad for them things, get buck
Do you want to Southside with me?
Do you want to Southside with me?
Candy slab with wood grain, white guts
Acting bad for them things, get buck
Do you want to Southside with me?
Do you want to Southside with me?
[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
It's the wood grain gripper, retired pie flipper
Twenty inch dipper with women on his zipper
The freestyle king, yeah, the freestyle man
Freestyle from H-Town to the Miami sand
Have you ever seen a gangster with the city on lock?
Southside representing, steady punching a clock
And I never leave home without the jet-black heater
Riding up on a slab, chromed out 2-seater
The whole world waiting, broke boys be hating
I be ice skating, rushing like Walter Payton
With something to slide to, the hoe just follow
You looking for a 'G', lil' mama, then go on, holler
Rolling and strolling and holding, 'cause I'm a factor
Lil' Keke, the Don, certified, a bad actor
Get paid on mics 'cause ain't nothing for free
And we can rock and roll, baby, on the South with me
Come on
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