Yeah,
just finna let y 'all niggas know,
couple things,
that's that nigga,
it's back to the fullest,
I'm out here in Texas,
tryna hook up with some shit,
you know what I'm saying,
I want the money, weed,
sex, and the hoes
Nigga, welcome to the South,
homie, lax, trues, and vogue
Scan this 304,
nothin' but hella redneck po -poes
What are these niggas puttin' in work
24 -7 straight up locos
With killers, pack them 4 -4s
Them vatos got them twist blades
Snortin' hella coke,
niggas mobbin' like
These sick made niggas watch
your back
cause licking your ass could be a goner
You took my nigga full of
beer and marijuana
My nigga brought the lynched
step foot from the train
All the way from Sac,
niggas loc'd to the brain
With that cannibalistic Tyrene nig
ga eating at your flesh
Shipping them OZs by the 40s
with that Texas type of siss
I tell you what the fuck do you get
when sick made niggas come to Texas
with that crazy type of shit
Niggas know they ready
to fuck something up
Westside and Dirty South,
Tennis Motherfuckers
UGH!
If you Pimp Slappin',
Nigga get your slap on
Nigga if you Gun Clappin',
Nigga get your clap on
Do what the fuck you got to do
to make your game stay tight
It's Westside and Dirty South,
we gon' ride tonight
If you Pimp Slappin',
Nigga get your slap on
Nigga if you Gun Clappin',
Nigga get your clap on
Do what the fuck you got to do
to make your game stay tight
It's Westside and Dirty South,
we gon' ride tonight
I mix my gin with my O .E.
Ain't no time to quit it
cause I can bench it and get
off the double digits
Try to chop you down to a midget size
nigga with no limit
With the windows tinted, raw the minute
Gotta get so high,
on to the levee, get dry
Liquor sick and that ain't no lie
Nigga nuts and guts with them sluts,
rip the skin off they nuts
How bout some cold cuts,
an d I got some hot sauce
Gotta get my rocks off,
that's why I talk soft
I'm eatin' hogmogs and bet,
nigga hogmogs and what?
I'm eatin' hogmogs and baby guts,
they guts
And when I told them I did it,
they did n't want to play my cuts
I like prime real substances,
not everyday gangsta shit
Hoes be lovin' it,
when I tell them I'ma lick they clit
But I'm not gon' lick that shit
Bitch, you must be sicker
than sick made music
Bitch, you must be
Shit, I put your body in
a trash compactor
And I ain't no actor, got an actor
Being a major factor in this game
It's all game
We gon' ride tonight,
if you PIPS slappin',
nigga get yo' slap on,
nigga if you gun flappin',
nigga get yo' clap on
Do what the fuck you gotta do
to make yo' game stay tight, it's
Wet Side of Dirty South,
we gon' ride to night
It's that sack time, Gartenblock,
look to the brain
I wan na puff up some
of that kush, nigga,
pass me the flame
It's that nigga straight from Eastwood,
funky town, Texas
Sick made niggas takin'
slugs to they chesses
With that dirty south pimp shit,
blastin' out them trunks
Sick made music with that
southern neck bone funk
Got them skitsin' like they
smokin' on some water, fool
I don't give a shit,
do what the fuck you niggas gotta do
Hit the weed and get your serve on
Get that Skrilla, nigga,
ride and get your swerve on
Hit that killer, nigga,
life is how you live it when you kick it
Watch your back cause niggas is
clapping for them meal tickets
Shit is real wicked,
peep these niggas who destroy shit
Watch them niggas with them heaters
cause they boy sick
Gotta get my man showin',
this ain't nothin' but the truth
Take our shit and get off the pot,
do what the fuck you got to do
If you pimp slappin',
nigga get your slap on
Nigga if you gun clappin',
nigga get your clap on
Do what the fuck you got to do
to make your game stay tight
It's West Side and Dirty South,
we gon' ride tonight
If you pimp slappin',
nigga, get your slap on
Nigga, if you gun clappin',
nigga, get your clap on
Do what the fuck you got to do
to make your game stay tight
It's West Side of Dirty South,
we gon' ride tonight
Bye Bye -bye.
Brotha Lynch Hung 
