Story Behind the Song
A collaboration between the Bad Bitch label and the newly established 'Hipper da Hop' rap label. We wanted to kick this dirty tune out about the bunglers we all face through our troubled lives, y'all. Intelligenz had been in jail for the previous six months writing killer material, he was ON FIRE! We had to hold him back with a leesh y'all, ah ha ha.
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Lyrics
Southside (Y'all Know)
CHORUS x2
Playin the game,
Feeling no pain,
Y'all better refrain,
From passin dat blame
KING
Southside Osterley,
Where the players play.
Y'all got that cash,
But Yo! It won't stay.
Bingham got a pram,
That's where he keeps that ham.
Holla Holla, Bling Bling!
Think Bingham gives a damn?
The Ho's be knockin'
At my front door.
They be ringing dat buzzer,
Yo, I show them more.
Arranging my ability,
Causes much mobility,
Safe to say I'm shifty
(Fuck You Coltraine! - INTELLIGENZ)
CHORUS x2
Playin the game,
Feeling no pain,
Y'all better refrain,
From passin dat blame
INTELLIGENZ
Hear these rhymes,
I bring them like a pro.
Fuck Bingham and his goons.
Y'all Know, Y'all Know.
Intelligenz be thy name,
Pleya da game.
Wham bam whickity whack
(Man, dat shit be hot! - KING)
Pram full of cash,
Where he hides his stash.
It's B-B-Bingham we dis,
He's a bungling bitch.
Southside where I ride,
His goons all around.
But no place y'all hide,
From the Bad Bitch Sound!
CHORUS x2
Playin the game,
Feeling no pain,
Y'all better refrain,
From passin dat blame
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