[Intro]
Yea yea, yea yea...
Woah woah woah woah!
Yea yea, yea yea...
[Hook]
Now it’s that Southern City Slicka, I been out here in the trenches mane
I been waiting on my shot, and now I’m tryna hit the paint
I been sitting low on Briley Parkway, switching lane to lane
Smoking on a wood and plotting on how imma change the game
Now it’s that Southern City Slicka, I been out here in the trenches mane
I been waiting on my shot, and now I’m tryna hit the paint
I been sitting low on Briley Parkway, switching lane to lane
Smoking on a wood and plotting on how imma change the game
[Verse 1]
Fuck how imma change the game? Promise you it’s been a minute
I been sitting on the low, waiting on the load, now I got it imma ship it
I ain’t pushing crack, I ain’t pushing no coke, I’m pushing out tracks by the minute
Mama told me since a young boy that I had to go get it, so I’m ‘bout to get it
Since I was a kiddy I wanted them benjis (ching!)
But we ain’t really have a way to go make ‘em (nah)
That part of the city I was raised in, was if they wanted it, them niggas would take it
And if they really wanted smoke with you homie, they’d grill you like you was a piece of some bacon (tssss)
And they ain’t really give a fuck ‘bout the law cause the bricks was sitting there right next to the station
Damn damn, how did I make it (for real)
Every morning I would hear bout them cases
Every other night they started to shoot, put myself to sleep by counting them cases
Mama told me that I never should worry, straight home when I come from the station
She was tryna keep her baby alive, but she ain’t know that I was street educated
[Hook]
Now it’s that Southern City Slicka, I been out here in the trenches mane (yea)
I been waiting on my shot, and now I’m tryna hit the paint (yea)
I been sitting low on Briley Parkway, switching lane to lane (yea)
Smoking on a wood and plotting on how imma change the game (Pow!)
Southern City Slicka, I been out here in the trenches mane
I been waiting on my shot, and now I’m tryna hit the paint
I been sitting low on Briley Parkway, switching lane to lane
Smoking on a wood and plotting on how imma change the game
[Verse 2]
Fuck how imma change the game? I ain’t ever really thought about it
It’s hard to come up in the Ville when you got some niggas that’ll shoot at yo heart about it
That’s why when you move in the field, man you gotta plan it, man you gotta be smart about it
Got my homies clutching on the steel cause if they don’t then I could end up a martyr ‘bout it (Pow!)
I ain’t tryna die within the streets, no
I’m just tryna stack a couple million ‘till it look like I put in a cheat code
And I ain’t fucking with the beef niggas tryna bring, boy this ain’t a bistro
And loose lips sink ships, that’s why I don’t ever speak around a freak hoe
Gotta keep it on the D-Low
All my niggas keep the tree rolled, wood twisted in the left hand
It’s the Southern City, I don’t gotta finish cause you niggas know what’s coming next man
Tryna stay together while I raise to the top, got me thinking I need me a bread pan
Only other way I see my falling off is if I woke up this morning a dead man
I been chilling with my niggas and now we finally in the open (open)
We done finally found a way to put the city on, that’s why everybody looking focused (wow!)
I got that magic in my music nigga, you would think I’m working off of Hocus Pocus (wow!)
I got that Luda in my system nigga, I been pouring bitches up cups of the potion
[Hook]
Now it’s that Southern City Slicka, I been out here in the trenches mane (yea)
I been waiting on my shot, and now I’m tryna hit the paint (yea)
I been sitting low on Briley Parkway, switching lane to lane (yea)
Smoking on a wood and plotting on how imma change the game (Pow!)
Southern City Slicka, I been out here in the trenches mane
I been waiting on my shot, and now I’m tryna hit the paint
I been sitting low on Briley Parkway, switching lane to lane
Smoking on a wood and plotting on how imma change the game
[Outro]
Yea... you know...
Southern City Slicka...
Hahahaha..... hahahaa....
Yessss
