Tag: South Side


Mr. Yosie Locote – Hold Me Lyrics


Oldies rap
México
Mr. Yosie Locote
South Side

Suenan las oldies, paseando en las ranflas
Vatos choleros, sureña la ganga
Si, mexicano, visto tumbado
Coco pelón, gafa negra y tatuado
Pasa el tequila y que brinca esa ranfla
Subele al ruido y que baile mi raza
Oldies but goodies, ya traigo mi hyna
Viva mi cultura loca mexicana
Vatos tumbados, choleros de barrio
Andamos pisteando, bailando y quemando
Entre cotorreo estoy atrapado
Como lo dice la oldies, mi hermano

Entre este desmadre estoy atrapado
Fumando la mota y cerveza pisteando
Así la vivimos los cholos de barrio
Oyendo las oldies, pisteando y farreando
Cuidando la esquina, mirando las cholas
Y siempre cargada la pinche pistola

Enemigos corran, somos malandrines
Sureños de cora, llenos de tatuajes
Homies en la cárcel, somos puro cholo
Que anda por las calles, fumo verdes cola
Si, soy mexicano y a toda mi raza
Las oldies le canto

Para los cholos, locos de barrio
Y pa las cholitas que azul traen el paño
Así yo la vivo, así yo la paso
Todo el día loco y cotorreando
Firmes cotorreos, firmes desmadres
Ando de cruising con mis carnales
Puros pelones, locos de barrio
En el lowrider vamos brincando
Tomale al pisto, brindale vato
Pasame el toque y sigan loqueando
En el desmadre sigo atrapado
Y con la raza voy disfrutando

Mexicano 100 %
Gangsters OG
Mr. Yosie Locote


2 Chainz – Statute of Limitations Lyrics


[Intro: 2 Chainz & Lil Yachty]
Statute of limitations
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
I ain’t made a play since 2011
Can I talk my shit now?
Gotta talk my shit
I put in the work (Yeah)
Talk my shit

[Verse 1]
McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
On Godby Road I shot dice with Troup (Troup)
Hit the D mall and then I served Big Unk (Unk)
Anytime 50 came to town I served Buck (Buck)
Anytime the Sixers played the Hawks I seen Chuck (Chuck)
Had a half a ticket ‘fore I met with Def Jam
Ask Chris and 20 who was the X-Man
No Wolverine here
Collect the hundred dollar bills like a souveneir
Carbon 15 hit me, Jeezy want a zip
And Weezy gon’ buy everything except a brick
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip, uh
You ain’t runnin’ shit

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Verse 2]
You won’t meet a girl that say that she left me
I left her on the left knee soon as she effed me
Testing, testing, God gon’ protect me
Went to Pristine, IV gon’ protect me
Ask Steph Jack about the pack
Used to meet Raekwon on the Nat’
Used to meet most of my plays on the Nat’
I told Ross to pull around to the back, uh

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Outro]
Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh mmh
Have the legal petrol now, though
You dig?
87, 89, and 93
Gas


2 Chainz – Money in the Way Lyrics


[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Psychedelic flow, I’m the dope and the antidote
Fade down the street from the pocket store, what you know?
Goin’ back and forth, in and out, movin’ lateral
Tools like mechanics, take your women for collateral
Put her on the saddle with a paddle and an Adderall (Yeah)
Just tryna string it out like Latimore (Alright)
Old timer ass nigga, you are unemployed (You)
I’ll buy my girl a building with the furniture (Tell ’em)
You still gettin’ their hair done, I’m on the tummy tuck (Hah)
Yeah, I’m 2 Chainz, I’m known to double up (Double up)
In the double R with a double cup (Double cup)
Yeah, double parked at the W (W)
I’m from the South Side, go’n and throw it up (Throw it up)
Bein’ around lame niggas give me phobia (Damn)
Every verse I do need a coroner (Coroner)
They say I’m heavy handed when I’m pourin’ up

[Chorus]
‘Bove sea level (Yeah), I’m on G level (G)
Long as she naked (She), I don’t see nothin’ (Alright)
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it’s fallin’ down, it’s definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin’ big flexin’ (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin’
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it’s fallin’ down, it’s definitely in the way

[Verse 2]
It’s definitely in the way, the bezel get replaced (Uh)
Whatever’s in the safe, I put it in your face (Yeah)
They say life a bitch, we goin’ on a date (Tell ’em)
I came from canned goods, I came from paper plates (I did)
God don’t make mistakes, but he’ll make a way (He will)
I got a pinky ring that cost ’bout 80K (‘Bout 80)
You was led astray, I’m ’bout to set the pace
I think I’m booked up, but let me check the date (Let me check)
Watch my footsteps, yeah, ankle weights (Big)
Bought a new scale, tryna calibrate
Tryna add it up, I’m tryna allocate
Rockin’ reptile, talkin’ alligate’
You can clap that, talkin’ patty cake (Bah)
School of hard knocks, you ain’t graduate
Surround the bedroom with some yellow tape
And some chalk lines, they gon’ investigate

[Chorus]
‘Bove sea level (Yeah), I’m on G level (G)
Long as she naked (She), I don’t see nothin’ (Alright)
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it’s fallin’ down, it’s definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin’ big flexin’ (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin’
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it’s fallin’ down, it’s definitely in the way




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