COMMON LYRICS - Southside

"Southside"

(feat. Kanye West)



La, la, la, la, la - and everybody say

La, la, la, la, la - I know you, I know you...



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

Armorall flow 'cause it never get rusty

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

Bust somebody head, G. L.C. where was we?

Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter

Niggas had the Georgetown, the 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



[Chorus]

We coming from the..

South (side), South (side)

South (side), South (side)

South (side), South (side)

South (side), Side of the Chi



The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars

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

Burn CD's with no regard for the stars

Come to the crib with conflict diamonds and they ours

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

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

We eatin' jo, you still talking no carbs

A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs



[Chorus]



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 crutons

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



[Chorus]



You in the building but the buildings falling

You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was Spalding

My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans

Back in school, you all niggas you should call in August

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

Southside walk it out, while still you're crawlin'

If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin

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



[Chorus]



With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera

Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas

Can't wait till they say, "Yeah, 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 imposters



[Chorus]



Uh, 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 Thing' like Spike do

through Conflicts that's Crucial and Drama that's Psycho



[Chorus]



La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la

La, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

We're coming from the...Hey!

[scratches:].. spice it up (la, la, la..)

Ya might have to spice it up

Spice it up, spice it up,

Take your life and...

Yo, we're coming from the...Hey!

We're coming from the...Hey!



...and this concludes our Chicago show

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