Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd
Vocals
Carroll "Palmo" Paryo
Guitar
Scarface
Vocals
Wirlie Morris
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wirlie Morris
Songwriter
Traci Hale
Songwriter
Thabiso Nkhereanye
Songwriter
Joyce Irby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irv Gotti
Co-Producer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Milwaukee 'Protools King' Buck
Recording Engineer
Terry 'T-Mac' Herbert
Assistant Recording Engineer
Wirlie Morris
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My southside, my get back
My heartbreaks, my karmas
My set backs, my hometown
My lifetime, my sun up
My sundown, my everything
My used to be, my has been
My love line, my blood line
Memories come flashing
My neighborhood, my OG's
The young **** behind me
The dough spread, the hustle hard
These bitches that remind me
Stay up on my hustle hard
Cause people love to see you fail
Hate to see you getting green
Envy's got a shitty smell
Walking far in Gamo boots
Yankee hat still to the back
Ain't no cover up for roots
Outta pocket, getting crack
Lock it up and get a jacket
Ain't no coming back from now
You wrapped up in the party life
Out here we accepting taxes, southside
[Verse 2]
Tell your daddy stop his hating
Cause I be wearing braids and
Rocking jerseys daily
But that don't mean I'm thugging no
He don't want me with you
But I ain't trying to hear it though
Not trying to hear it, though
[Verse 3]
But I know that if he knew you
He would understand you
Know that you're my man and
You would never hurt me, no
Let me come and see you so that we can be alone, alone
[Verse 4]
Baby I know a place that we can go and be alone
As long as you make sure that you safely get me home
Don't worry, baby
[Verse 5]
Meet me at the south side
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know
I'll put you in that hood bug
I know what I'm doing 'cause
That's why we be eating on the low
Meet me at the south side
Baby we can go hide
Knowing that my boys gone have my back
Only at the south side, girl
South side
[Verse 6]
Girl I know that we can make it, 'cause we won't let him break it
I don't care who's with it, it's you and me against the world
Tell me those three words that, lets me know you're still my girl
Oh baby
[Verse 7]
Oh I swear I'll never leave you
People have lied to you
But by your side I'll show ya
The way a girl needs to roll
You don't need a lot of money, I'm ready come and pick me up
[Verse 8]
Baby I know a place that we can go to be alone
As long as you make sure that, you safely get me home
Don't worry, baby
[Verse 9]
Meet me at the south side
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know
I'll put you in that hood bug
I know what I'm doing 'cause
That's why we be eating on the low
Meet me at the south side
Baby we can go hide
Knowing that my boys gone have my back
Only at the south side, girl
South side (South side)
[Verse 10]
I live for to die for I
Clip it up, drive by
Windows down, ride by
**** know my pedigree
Can never be denied by
Always gone be south side
New year's day with a crowd slide
All the way to New Year's Eve
Drink my beer, blow my green
Touching ya at the state of mind
In this here great state of mine
Took my chances, played the line
Bet it, 20 more I shoot
It don't matter, win or lose
Love you dog, you know I do
Hollaway, we rolling through
The southside
[Verse 11]
'Cause all I wanna do, is ride to the top with you
Oh baby, up in the south side
A-T-L Georgia, what do we do for ya?
[Verse 12]
Meet me at the south side
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know
I'll put you in that hood bug
I know what I'm doing cause
That's why we be eating on the low
Meet me at the south side
Baby we can go hide
Knowing that my boys gone have my back
Only at the south side, girl
South side
[Verse 13]
ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya?
Bulldogging like we George Town Hoyas
Can you pick me up tonight? Take me anywhere you like
In my Cadillac
Tilt your seat back
And everything will be cool
Side girl, (All right)
So what you wanna do?
We can kick it tonight, (Baby)
On the south side
I know that you ain't used to this country boy
But I'll show ya, (Show me)
Ain't nothing but a thing
Chicken wings on string
Baby, baby, baby
That's how your boy hang
Only on the south side
Written by: Joyce Irby, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Traci Hale, Wirlie Morris