Текст, перевод и аккорды “Southside”
- feat. Kanye West La, la, la, la, la - and e'rybody say La, la, la, la, la - I know you, I know you... I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow cause it never get rusty I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me Bust somebody head, T.L.C. where was we? Still rock the prada 'fore that, rock the Starter Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up [Chorus] We coming from the.. South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the Chi The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars Burn cd's with no regard for the stars Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds and the arts Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods We even yo, you're still talking no cause A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs [Chorus] Your fly is open, McFly The crowd is open I think I know why I'm back from the future seen it with my own eyes And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes People asking him, "Do you have any grey poupon?" [Chorus] You in the building but the buildings falling You wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Baldwin My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans Back in school, ya'll niggas you should call in August Summer sun it goes down but I'm still revolving Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling [Chorus] With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas Can't wait till they say, "Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars." Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, Holla We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters [Chorus] Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel Lean wit it, rock wit it, back like the disciples Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do Do crime fixed is crucial and trauma is psycho [Chorus] La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la We're coming from the...Hey! *scratches*.. spice it up (la, la , la..) Ya might have to spice it up Spice it up, spice it up, Take your life and... Yo, we're coming from the...Hey! We're coming from the...Hey! ...and this concludes our Chicago show Please stay tuned
Поделитесь с друзьями:
Поделитесь с друзьями: