Southside Down To Ride

[Verse 1: Daffy Loko]
What goes around comes around, you better watch your step
Before you end up in the dark face to face with death
I’m from that mad ass South Side Madera gang
Dumping bodies in the ditch when I let the gat bang
West coast till eternity, in guns we trust
Catch my enemiga slipping, let ‘em bite the dust
Take a hit of the chronic, blow the smoke in the sky
So if I’m slipping, catch a bala, then I’m catching it high
I got the mac-10 loaded, the all black gloves
Leave enеmigas sleeping in a puddle of blood
From the cradle to thе grave, I refuse to lose
Bury me with a cuete and a sack of kush
Got a SKS blue paño with the black vest
Critical conditions got your jefa in a black dress
Mind on my money and my mind on the prize
From the heart of Califas I’m a ride till I die

[Chorus: Daffy]
Southside down to ride
Real riders don’t die, we multiply
Straight sureño to the fullest
Represent the west coast
Living by the gun till my casket close
Southside down to ride
Real riders don’t die, we multiply
Badass Madera
And I’m back with a bang
Bald heads and blue rags
Leaving enemies in pain

[Verse 2: Bozo]
Allow me to represent my state, I’m a carry their weight
I been plotting as the west coast patiently waits
Since Pac hit the ground, there’s been a long debate
The Hi-Power on the scene so there’s hope today
But if you love a brown face, coming straight my way
We ain’t giving a brake because we bounce, rock, skate
Bald head and strapped up like it’s the end of days
I’m Capone’s loose cannon so I’ll bust with rage
I’m out of town blazing up at the hall of fame
I drop 16 bars and I’m calling out names
I’m the new Hi Power, you’re just spare change
I’m the hundred dollar bill and you can’t break change
And I’ll remain in the game till I lose my brains
I’m so brown and beautiful, now they think I’m vain
Shut I was blessed as a child, Aztec blood in my veins
Raised by the hood, you got the block to blame

[Chorus 2: Bozo]
Southside down to ride
Real riders don’t die, we multiply
Straight sureño to the fullest
Represent the west coast
Living by the gun till my casket close
Southside down to ride
Real riders don’t die, we multiply
Badass New Pick
And I’m back with a bang
Bald heads and blue strings
Leaving rats in pain

[Verse 3: Ese Villain]
Buck buck big grand hall of fame
We crazy like [?]
Smoking primos to the brain
Insane in mi mente, plaqueando pa mi gente
If you down for the southside pasé pa de frente
El ritmo se siente bien chingon, feel the bajo
I got them funky rhymes like sobaco con ajo
Trago only Jalisco’s finest
No jewels no gold no platinum and or diamond
Simon’s is where used to get my bang on
Where I used to get my slang on
Get my smoke and drank on
And I’m a think on, all the times thats passed
All the ashes turn to ash and the dust turn to sand
Oh man, my friends are now my enemies
This life is just a sin to me
It’s not what it’s meant to be
I get down on my knees and give thanks for the holy trinity

[Chorus 3: Ese Villain]
Southside down to ride
Real riders don’t die, we multiply
Straight sureño to the fullest
Represent the west coast
Living by the gun until my casket close
Southside down to ride
Real riders don’t die, we multiply
Big bad Silverlake
Straight off sunset boulevard
Make you pay the fucking price
If you come acting hard