Southside Thang

[Chingo Bling]

We in your door, culero

And my nuts gon' hang

Southside

Chorus: Carnival Beats

"Be all in your door cause it's a southside thang

I'm rollin' down in my Lincoln

My nuts gon' hang, I be all

Be all in your door cause it's a southside thang

I'm rollin' down in my Lincoln

My nuts gon' hang, I be all" --> Fat Pat

(Verse 1)

Southeast in Grandeau

Where them boys don't run

I done swang, I done swung, H-town's where I'm from

Pack big chrome dummy

Got King Kong money

That bobblehead mixtape, ringtone money

Grandeau to Pasadena, Grease Point

To Cavalcay

Yeah, these Mexicans gettin' paid, comin' down in Escalade, we ball

Spades of braids

Still repin' Monterey

Valle Hermoso, Taumaulipas, that's where all my peoples stay (Mexico)

When I hit the script

I see some chicks that I used to hit

Samantha

Tattoo of a panther, I smashed her

Top-drop dancer, fine hoe romancer

She ain't talkin' about no money, then

I can't answer

Hey Nas

Hey Nas

We heard what you said

You just mad cause we hoggin' all the bread, this shit ain't dead

Down here, these boys wreckin' microphones, we abuse it

These ain't

Hip hop records, this is Country Wreck

Music

You losin'

Repeat Chorus Twice

(Verse 2)

Take the mind of Russell Simmons, controversy of E!

Mix it up with Master P, now you purchasin' me

Who that is, Chingo Blingo, oooh, that the boy out the south

Got the red, white and green bling-bling in his mouth

Like Slim, he do gloss on everything that he floss

And I know the FEDS love to take

Pics of his house

Pudgy putos can't

Get him, cause

Chingo ain't

In 'em, I

22-inch' spin 'em, choppin' boards like a blender

I'm a throw

Hoe-getter, super dope flow spitter

Throw a MySpace party at Toyota Center

This for

All my Mexicans in the pen, gettin' swole

If they gave y'all parole, I go

Twenty times gold

Cause the Southside holdin'

Northside holdin'

They Can't Deport Us All

That's the motherfuckin' slogan

I'm a rep it real hard

And put it on the Billboard

Green paper, brown face is what I'm in it for

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

I'm in this Lone Star State of Texas, what it do

Representin' 713 all that way to that 512

210

214

409, I'm tippin' down

Wavin' hood, all through the hood, I'm grippin' wood and blowin' pine

H-Town, the funky town, (???) home, the stop six

5-9 down to the valley, that's screwtape, all in the mix

Stayin' licks and tintin' fours, I'm flippin' vogues, I'm sittin swole'

Sittin' Sidewayz on that butter

Heated up

I'm on a roll

Come in down my slab, hoe

Screens on and neons lit

Grillin' women and frolicin'

I'm must admit, that I'm the shit

Cadillac is what I flip

Texas tea is what I sip

(???) is what I tip

Expensive Taste all on my lip

Breakin' 'em off, I'm ridin' dirty, I'm chunkin' deuce with the Lil' Keke

Paul Wall and Chingo Bling, slammin' trunks like Jailgreen

Swisha House, yeah, that's my team

Jolly dang, it's why I bling

Throwed in the game, if you know what I mean

I start to ching, this reign supreme