Thump Radio Songtext
von Mr. Capone-E

One, three, jackin′ yo beat
Capone and ODM riding for the homies
Ready to make my debut so back up on up
(Before have to pull the strap out the cut)
Give me the strap first so I can load up these balas
Sur Califas, South Side, fuck chavalas
Because ain't nothing but the South Side baby
Two bald riders going fucking crazy
Rap game is the pedo that, pays me
Untouchable so please don′t try to ban us
Well I'm back to my cuete in my hand
A nine milli Glock just to let you understand From a South Sider point of view
And if you ain't down with the blue
Then mutha fuck you
Cause you never know when I′m bustin a jack
Bustin a rap, uh, at the same time busting your cap
And if I ain′t busting your cap
It ain't no good if I don′t hit em
So I blast em up close cause you know I won't miss em, uh
And that′s realer than real deal Holyfield
And you busters and bitches know how I kill
So if we do it enough to get broke off a proper hit
I puff and pass cause we dropping some gangsta shit

From the South and the East and the West and a—
From the West and the East and the South and a—
It's from the South, and ain′t no love no doubt
So just chill leva, or take these balas in your mouth


Well, I'm creepin' and I′m creepin′ and I'm creepin′
And you know I got traps that's why my beeper keeps beepin′
Now it's time for me to make my presence felt
So sit back, kick raps and strap on your seatbelt
Never been in a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and takeover a car show
At the same time with the dope rhymes that I spit
You know and I know, I drop some brown rider shit
To add to my collection, this selection
Symbolizes coke, take a toke, but don′t choke
If you do, you have no clue
What me and my homie Capone came to do

From the South and the East and the West and a—
From the West and the East and the South and a—
It's from the South, and ain't no love no doubt
So just chill leva, or take these balas in your mouth

Fallin′ back on that ass with a hellafied South Side lean
Getting high to the sky with a ol′ bag of sticky green
It's the capital C-A-P-O-N-to the E
With the homie ODM from the L-S-O-to the B
Showing much flex when it′s time to pimp a hoe
Clockin' a grip, clockin′ the dough like my idol Al Capone
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some fucking South Sider shit
So ODM (What′s up dawg?)
We gotta give 'em what they need (What's that C?)
We gotta break ′em off slangin′ (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bangin′, South Side jackin'

It′s where it takes place, so I'm a get your attention
Jackin′ for your beat fool, that's my intention
Dropping the funky shit that's makin′ them other rappers hate me
When I′m on the mic them other fuckers, they can't fade me
Try to get close and your ass will get whacked
My muthafucking homie Sir Capone-E got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip then I′m trippin'
My homie Lil Dreamer on the side with the clip in
And I′ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talking shit, I'ma have to put the smack down
Yeah, and it don′t stop
I te you why I'm just like a Glock, when I click and I pop
But I'm never off, always on till the break of dawn
Southern Sur Califas, Brown Royal, fool you know it′s on
Putting that shit together
And like the homie WC said, I gotta get the cheddar

From the South and the East and the West and a—
From the West and the East and the South and a—
It′s from the South, and ain't no love no doubt
So just chill leva, or take these balas in your mouthing