Lil Keke: Birds fly south

Southside, hotWestside, hot[Lil' Keke]Off in the Dirty Dirty, you know we do it with thesePoetic and Don Ke, known for getting that cheeseI'm a calculator, calculate my feddyIt be sixteen a bird, if your chips is readyWhere your cash at nigga, cause I stay in the mixNextdoor to Mexico, I get it thirteen sixC.D.'s and L.P.'s, keep it legally trueI'm a underground king, rest in peace to ScrewYou know my click on the creep, with no time to sleepYou can hit me all night, got them thangs for cheapWhere them real hustlas at, where them real ballas atGet your grind on playa, for real and live fatWe legendary thugs, known for shooting slugsSitting in front of clubs, on brand new DubsThe Escaladea, is looking good no doubtAnd one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South[Chorus]From the East to the West fa sho, that's how we does itSouthside for life, won't you tell me how you love itYou get it how you live, or you close your mouthAnd for the hustlas round the world, mayn the birds fly SouthFrom the East to the West fa sho, that's how we does itSouthside for life, won't you tell me how you love itYou get it how you live, or you close your mouthAnd there's one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South[Lil' Keke]I'm bout to touch down, headed to Oak-TownA fat sack of smoke, I'm ready to straight clownLeave the airport, headed straight to the spotAnd my nigga Mr. Changra, he be punching the clockI'm a certified G, giving all I gotThey go South for the winter, cause the tracks is hotI be laying low, in the studio writingRemember Lil' Ke, like they did the TitansIt's a earthquake, from California to Texas22's on that thang, don't you touch that LexusGotta get it baby, cause you know I'm a savageAnd that Fed-Ex bout to drop off, a beautiful packageWe some independent masters, causing a disasterGet ghost on the FED's, like my name was CasperBastard fa sho, when I'm moving in routeAnd there's one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South[Chorus][Lil' Keke]Commission, Avarice, don't really get us pissedSell a quick hundred thousand, is first on the listLay it down, cause we just some young HoggsThis for real dogs, we doing this for y'allI pop up the trunk, let em hear the funkSetting up the shop, got the neighborhood crunkWe slab riding, and everything is thickFrom the quarters to the halves, to the whole damn brickLet's get this money Pete, cause it don't matter to meYou can smoke a gang of hours, have a bag or treeWe drop hit after hit, lick after lickAll the real gangstas, gonna feel this shit[Chorus]They fly South