Lil' Flip - North 2 Tha South lyrics

(feat. Paul Wall, Chamillionaire & Slim Thug)

[talking]

Whoa yeah, Lil' Flip the Freestyle King

Hold up, from the North to the South

Uh, uh, uh

[Lil' Flip]

Welcome to the South, where niggaz ride 84 swangas

Nothing but the screwed shit, in they c.d. changers

You know me, as I slide down the block

Nothing but princess cuts, slide off my watch

As I slide out my block, sipping Sprite syrup

Wearing Iceberg, bout to hit the right curb

I might swerve, when I'm under the influence

They pull me over, but I got my license and insurance

You know me, as I'm on six-ten

In a big Benz, swangas poke like stick-ends

Riding on chrome, with my Prime Co. phone

I'm the Freestyle King, cause I'm sitting on my throne

The Southside, we ride down MLK

The Southside, turn three lanes to a one way

The Southside, you gon get some gun play

Hands in my pants, but my name ain't Al Bun-day

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

It ain't a game, we switching lanes

Sitting on D's or swangs, gripping and squeezing grain

See me, I ain't ashamed to throw up the set I claim

It's a Northside Southside, Dirty South thang

[Chamillionaire]

We on lights that got word, choppers on block 'burbs

Make sure that you lock your, Denali's and droppers

Got nuts and got nerds, if you caught without your

Heat in your boxers, no feathers they got birds

Man I'm sitting crooked on a switch, and your misses wondering

If she'd freeze her lips, if she kissed my wrist

Top of the list top gun, tops for the drop got none

Where they pop Don pop gun, and run when the cops come

That's where I'm from, shrangle a grain swanging a lane where I hang

Everyday thang, ducking the FED's busting the lead screens hang

Nothing but rain, me and Lil' Twin always been like kin

So we spend six to ten, six-ten crooked on sixteen

Throw up your set and represent, like you ain't ashamed of it

If you see me with a case, then I promise it ain't luggage

You still on the same subject, and spitting the same rubbish

Chamillion just came thuggish, don't act like you can't love it

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

[Paul Wall]

My neighborhood mean-mug, cause we be acting a grouch

20 inches squatting lower, than a midget that crouch

We leaning with a slouch, on a European made couch

I'm a walking night club, cause there's a disco ball in my mouth

You better not come out the house, if you afraid of the dark

My advice is not to park your car, next to the park

And if you ain't got no bite, then you better not bark

Cause on my block, you'll be like raw meat surrounded by sharks

Hold up, them Hollywood hooligans at it again

If you owe nine, your best bet's to bring back ten

Me and Twin hitting licks, way up in Memphis 10

Go to sleep at 9:59, back on the grind at ten

Look out, I got a snowstorm on every tooth

I got clumsy screens that stumble, and fall down from the roof

Paul Wall act a guerilla, when it come to my loot

If you's a hater kiss my boot, till you puke it ain't cute

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

[Slim Thug]

Last but not least, off the Northside streets

Be the Mr. Slim Thug, the Boss capish

You wanna hustle on my block, you gotta ask for permission

Break the rules on my block, and you'll come up missing

Ain't no games being played, just big money getting made

You come short on that North, and somebody getting sprayed

We real G's no fakers, balling like the Lakers

By any means necessary, we getting paper

Not in the Rap-A-Lot mafia, but I roll with a mob

I cash a check everyday, but I ain't got no job

I'm a hustler a thug nigga, born and raised

If I don't get nothing else, Slim don't get paid

Nawfside representer, wrist cold like the winter

Main attraction when I enter, standing tall like a center

Boss Hogg representer, from the North to the South

H-Town to D-Town, we break boys off uh

[Hook x2: Chamillionaire]