Souf' West Rida

DFW to LAX

from LAX back to DFW

check this out, I'm a Souf' West rhymer and a Souf' West rider

check this out

(south, south, south, south...)

[Chorus:]

People won't stop he's flaming hot

ooh, the boy's on fire

like collard greens with extra hot sauce

I'm a Souf' West rider

People wont stop he's flaming hot

ooh, the boy's on fire

like collard greens with extra hot sauce

I'm a Souf' West rider

[Verse 1:]

new school lyrics and an ol' school twang

watch P.E.A.C.E. lyrically gang bang on these crews

who don't know how to move

fast and troop, like a dashing coupe

my styles have you in a position where you can't recoup

you awaken in midair between two loose

???, put your mind in rotation

there's no preparation to rock the brain

dipped a body in propane, striked a match against the flame

ain't it a shame?

I'm dippin' in the fast lane in a black van

proper rims and bomb ass bass

camera with detachable face

when the sun hits my shit it's like glossy

I run a hundred and fifty five horseys

step back up off me

who are you? who?

[Verse Two:]

I'm a fancy vocal habit

yes, Nancy hoped and grab it

less than nothin', bluffin', like she ain't sufferin'

I know how it go

when you're broke you roll slow

when you're rich you speed and shit

but I ain't supposed to flow

what? you sure? you's a lie

I'mma do that every chance I get, though

spit all you in a ???

now how does it feel to be put in a miss, oh

you did it to me, I'mma do it for you

eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

I'm gonna make a real supper for you

you can saddle up and ride I'm a ?????

or you can stick around and await your doom

just tell Rufus here what you want on your tomb

two hours later, in a saloon

poker playin', piano man's pushin' tunes

prostitutes are swayin' props, brushes and brooms

now I check out what happened when it took a chime for noon

grabbed my sasprilla and I stepped outside

I noticed immediately it was mighty quiet

?? got my horse and ready to ride

and something told P.E.A.C.E. to look to his right

Oh, you gon' feel me, here have a sock(?)

I back up three or four feet, them lead buckles and a body drops

stupid motherfucker wanna steal from P.E.A.C.E.

and get a deal and go out on a rhyming spree

hell, no, not at my expense

man, I'm tellin' you I'm tired of this

now you gon' make me react on some violent shit

don't try to get your punk ass where I'm tryin' to sit

and when I speak on it, you wanna hit me with the nonsense

but if I clutch you upside your head, I get all the proper responses

and you know how to find this

cool wit' what I do, I ain't lying this is all true

I'm honest, oh, you gon' feel me

uh huh

I'm a Souf' west rider

uh huh

I'm a Souf' west rider

well, I'm riding on an elephant

from LA to the South

y'all relax

'cause I'm hot

ooh, it hot in here