Lyrics Southside - Kanye West , Common

La, la, la, la, la
And e'rybody say, say
La, la, la, la, la
I know you, I know you...

I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be
Armorall flow cause he never get rusty
I ain't 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, the 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

We coming from the
South (side), South (side)
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 CDs 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 Steve Jobs

We coming from the
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), Side of the Chi

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?"

We coming from the
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), Side of the Chi

You in the building but the building's falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Spalding
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

We coming from the
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), Side of the Chi

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

We coming from the
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), Side of the Chi

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
Through conflict that's crucial and drama that's psycho

We coming from the
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), Side of the Chi

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!
Spice it up (la, 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!

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