Lil Keke: When we ride

Dirty South, Houston Texas4 million strong, CMG, 2003 manThe young Don man, representingThis how we ride man, SouthsideNorthside, sing it..[Hook: Z-Ro]When we ride, it's for the Southside(it's for the Southside), it's for the SouthsideIt's for the Southside, yeah[Lil' Keke]The party over here, the party up over thereSouthside lighting up, Saturday night I swearTake a trip to Richmond, down to WesttownWhen your chick driving, I pull up behind herLook at the scene, look at the hoesLook at the Dubs look at the 3's, look at the 4'sWe gon wild out, till we fall outCatch a freak get on, nigga that's no doubtI'm the Dirty South lover, undercover brotherGetting my chips, don't change for nan notherBumping and talking, but that's okayHave your weapon loaded up, cause we coming your way, hey[Hook]When we ride, it's for the Southside(it's for the Southside), it's for the SouthsideIt's for the Southside, yeahAnd we get high, with the Northside(with the Northside), with the Northside yeahWith the Northside, yeah[Z-Ro]When we ride, it's for the South and for the NorthsideBoppers bopping when they see us, they open they mouth wideWe them goodfellas, running the city block to blockHerschelwood to Havistock, Vetapen to ScotIt don't stop, we get blowed all day longBrothers got two or three Nextels, steady using a pay phoneCause them people, be tapping into our conversationsIf they catch us with that herb, we facing incarcerationIf it's on the low, I love the sound of thatPlus if it's headbanger, I'ma sco' a pound of thatZ-Ro the phenomenon, and Lil' Keke the DonS.U.C. smoking on cabbage, from dusk till dawnThat's for the sets my friend, it's no plex againWe all united in my city, like we all MexicansWe all about our bread, candy blue or the redForever dangerous we bust heads, our city is FED ha[Hook][Lil' Keke]Glock 9, y'all niggaz gon make me pop mineBack up lil' daddy, ain't no way you could stop mineDrop mine, at the drop of a dimeOpen up your ear, I'ma drop another lineIt's bout time, now the road is clearGot the tinted up Range, rolling up in the rearWe bout six or seven deep, when we pull from the mansionHere come big 2, crawling up AvalanchingBig T, watching out no slippingCock the hammer back, if they breathe start trippingCMG fall off, nigga it's no neverCall your boys call your click, we down for whateverSuit yourself mayn, but we roll leatherAir Force 1's, throwbacks in this weatherH-Town, and it ain't nothing but loveI get high with the North, say what's up Slim Thug[Hook](*talking*)Southside yeah, NorthsideThis how we ride man, this how we roll manYeah what, CMG nigga, 2000 and 3I'ma try and look at you, a little bit out hereYou understand, check it what