E.S.G. - Boys n da South lyrics

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(feat. Hawk)

[Chorus x2]

The boys in the south are so damn hard

We gone ride the freeway we'll bombard the boulevard

knowing nothing in life, but pushing bricks and making hits

Don't fuck with us boy, down south the shit

[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, damn 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 licks 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 bitch, I go to war on it, cause I'm

The tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it

[Chorus x2]

[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 analyzing 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 shit with this lyrical dope, we hard

[Chorus x2]

[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 damn solo

Want me to come through with some tight ass vocals

Best believe my sixteen gone be hard as fuck

Cause E.S.G. puts it down for H-Town what's up

[Chorus x4]