Its Show time, in the southside hide ya kids dogg, till at least 5 no windows, but a big ride Straight heat nigga, like its MI A, A, A, A, hey U must not know me, but your girl does tho, brown hair with the pink light on, had to shoot like Kobe and had her mama calling me, telling me, that she kinda fond of me cant sleep, till I call her back fo 3 like she dont know where I could be At lc crib, with bags of ** matrass in the booth, we kinda lean mic fucked up, but we kinda mean outside the city now they hollering We be walking round, streets be recognizing me Meet us in the south, where we posting by the creek They know, They know, They know They know, They know, They know From fist fights to bitch fights Big lights to dimmed lights, no sight But the blue lights outside, on sight Still we coast and post and be fly Hit the J one time, we be high Issa tribe my g, Ain’t goin lie vida loca nigga till we die Aint no fun when guys can’t ride What’s a consequence without common sense Without loyalty, there ain’t but 5 percent chance We be hanging like Com and Quence Shit got intense when you dodged the pledge Stab city but we never slept bad, Upstairs where I silently smack ass Till moms got mad and the girl left red That’s when I knew I had to move to the Dam. We be walking round, streets be recognizing me Meet us in the south, where we posting by the creek They know, They know, They know They know, They know, They know Eyo C, remember that one time I was seeing this girl We went to her crib after this party And she didn’t tell us on the way back That her dad was a racist?