When We Ride

(*talking*)

Dirty South, Houston Texas

4 million strong, CMG, 2003 man

The young Don man, representing

This how we ride man, Southside

Northside, sing it..

[Hook: Z-Ro]

When we ride, it's for the Southside

(it's for the Southside), it's for the Southside

It's for the Southside, yeah

[Lil' Keke]

The party over here, the party up over there

Southside lighting up, Saturday night I swear

Take a trip to Richmond, down to Westtown

When your chick driving, I pull up behind her

Look at the scene, look at the hoes

Look at the Dubs look at the 3's, look at the 4's

We gon wild out, till we fall out

Catch a freak get on, nigga that's no doubt

I'm the Dirty South lover, undercover brother

Getting my chips, don't change for nan nother

Bumping and talking, but that's okay

Have 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 Southside

It's for the Southside, yeah

And we get high, with the Northside

(with the Northside), with the Northside yeah

With the Northside, yeah

[Z-Ro]

When we ride, it's for the South and for the Northside

Boppers bopping when they see us, they open they mouth wide

We them goodfellas, running the city block to block

Herschelwood to Havistock, Vetapen to Scot

It don't stop, we get blowed all day long

Brothers got two or three Nextels, steady using a pay phone

Cause them people, be tapping into our conversations

If they catch us with that herb, we facing incarceration

If it's on the low, I love the sound of that

Plus if it's headbanger, I'ma sco' a pound of that

Z-Ro the phenomenon, and Lil' Keke the Don

S.U.C. smoking on cabbage, from dusk till dawn

That's for the sets my friend, it's no plex again

We all united in my city, like we all Mexicans

We all about our bread, candy blue or the red

Forever dangerous we bust heads, our city is FED ha

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]

Glock 9, y'all niggaz gon make me pop mine

Back up lil' daddy, ain't no way you could stop mine

Drop mine, at the drop of a dime

Open up your ear, I'ma drop another line

It's bout time, now the road is clear

Got the tinted up Range, rolling up in the rear

We bout six or seven deep, when we pull from the mansion

Here come big 2, crawling up Avalanching

Big T, watching out no slipping

Cock the hammer back, if they breathe start tripping

CMG fall off, nigga it's no never

Call your boys call your click, we down for whatever

Suit yourself mayn, but we roll leather

Air Force 1's, throwbacks in this weather

H-Town, and it ain't nothing but love

I get high with the North, say what's up Slim Thug

[Hook]

(*talking*)

Southside yeah, Northside

This how we ride man, this how we roll man

Yeah what, CMG nigga, 2000 and 3

I'ma try and look at you, a little bit out here

You understand, check it what