Intro: Yeah I'ma get this one off for Eighty Seven Street South side of Chicago Chicago everywhere check it It's like c'mon y'all get live get down
that girl That's been, two-wayin' you all week Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around It's okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95 Not a
and I'm drivin' The homies dive in when the girl take off her size tens Whoomp there it is, that's what I mean with the tag team Then jest like 95 South
] I hang with blacks and you hang with whites, I pack a nine and I don't like fights, I'm from the deepest Darkest, ghetto streets of South Central,
crawlin', who got your back? Call em' Problems resolve them, there not that important The last one standin', you the first one leavin' The first one bleedin', now who the one breathin'? 95 south
95 South and them Boyz 69 Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's ding-a-ling time It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the phone And get ready for
69, first of all before we get this started Let me clear my throat 69, true gotta send shouts out to my boys 95 South 69 'cause them boys is alright,
Mr. Mixx [Intro from the original PSK, which slows down and switches to this track] Uh! Give it to me now!) (Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here
, this where we from The bottom, dawg, this where you come When you need it, want it, don't got it, in the drought Lookin' for a good price? Hit 95 South
of the cruz coming soon so stay ready,it wouldnt be LA without mexicans,black love,brwon pride and the sex again,home cruz in the hood like pac in 95,
minute yeah ( i don't know what i'm doin') yeah uh Label me greedy but see me finish what petey started From carolina where nigg's spray like graffiti artist The south
Uh, yeah Uh, uh-huh, Yeah, I'm I-95 cruising, with the sun in my eyes, In the south, dog, my momma ain't seen her son in awhile, Yea, I'll sure is,
up on the hill And the grams and the halves for fifty, how I feel I got it, been had it since '95 '73 Monte green, twenty inch tires (Southern Smoke!)
He needs, he needs He needs someone to call This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up Gangstas
up, we don't give a fuck Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South
get tore, I get tore up under city lights Tore up under city lights, I'm tore up under city lights Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95 South and
ain't gotta count it Girls on girls, nigga, I'm surrounded Pull up on the beach, it was 95 degrees, ay (Summer love) Pull up on the beach, it was 95
up, you drop that mic, you turn yo' lip down I spin on stage like, blowin' mics, make you sit down From here to North Carolina, 95 to South Carolina