Kanye West - Southside lyrics

rate me

And everybody say, say

I know you, I know you

I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be

I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty

I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me

Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we?

Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter

Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder

Thinking back to the projects and they way they tore 'em all up

Like when I do a project and come back and tear the mall up

We coming from the

Southside, southside

Southside, southside

Southside, southside, south

Side of the broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars

I'm like Jeff Fort, the way I get behind bars

Burn CDs with no regard for the stars

Come to the grip with conflict diamonds and the arts

Back in '94 they call me Chi-Town's Nas

Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-Town's gods

We even yo, you still talking no cops

A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs

We coming from the

Southside, southside

Southside, southside

Southside, southside, southside side of the Chi

Your fly is open, McFly

The crowd is open, I think I know why

I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes

And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi

Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon

I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons

Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes

People asking him, "Do you have any gray poupon?"

We coming from the

Southside, southside

Southside, southside

Southside, southside, southside, side of the Chi

You in the building but the building's falling

You wouldn't be balling if your name is Spalding

My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans

Back in school, y'all niggas, you should call him August

I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still revolving

Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling

If rap was Harlem, I'd be James Baldwin

With money in the bank like G Rap, we're calling

We coming from the

Southside, southside

Southside, southside

Southside, southside, southside of the Chi

With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera

Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas

Can't wait 'til they say, "Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars"

Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie

Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta

Mexicans don't love it like it was for La Raza

But this is for the mobsters, holla

We some true Chi-Town legends, accept no

We coming from the

Southside, southside

Southside, southside

Southside, southside, southside of the Chi

The un-American Idol, Tower like the Eiffel

'Lean Wit it, Rock Wit It', black like the Disciples

Know when to use a Bible and when to use a rifle

You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle

Caught a case of robbery and 'Beat It' like Michael

Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku

I write to 'Do the Right Things' like Spike do

Through conflicts is crucial and trauma is psycho

We coming from the

Southside, southside

Southside, southside

Southside, southside, southside of the Chi

We're coming from the

spice it up

You might have to spice it up

Spice it up, spice it up, take your life and

Yo, we're coming from the

We're coming from the