I'm low-budget.

Don't beg me.

Yeah, the motherfucking real has arrived.

Yeah, this is motherfucking Southland gangsta.

I got the homie in the house ready to drop some shit.

Hey, sleepy, get up.

The hardest Southside rapper you ever heard.

I'ma still talk the talk and pay the paybacks.

Gang bang with Hood, Rask, Lowrath, and Blu-Rack.

This superstar, Rayeto, still hasn't left the ghettos.

But I race my Chevrolet's cause I foot my battles.

still ain't never got caught with spanky spank a hoe emptying a brand new clock out the fucking window even though we're southsiders we're cause they pop louder faking hoods full of juice

Rockin' mixed powder, who took you to the canyon with this dirty hoes?

Follow me, I'm stolen spokes, hit the streets and I'm sold Cause if it's gangsta shit, you know I'm always jumpin' in it Plus I still got proof of all the strikes I was given If I rap that I slang, gangbang, and Chevy dip Then no money's gonna stack, cause that's as real as I live Wait a minute, how do I cut this shit?

That's right, thank you for the album, homeboy.

Sleepy Milo, artist Southside Chico here.

Not like the fake low-prone shit.

Oh yeah, fuck low-prone.

Anybody down with the...

That's right.

Hey, bro, Tito, I got something for your ass, you bisexual punk.

You know what I got for you?

Watch out for the sniper.

Time to pay the piper.

That's right.

Southland gangsters, taking no pro out.

It's on, it's on, you fake Southsiders.

You ain't no Southsiders.

You ain't no Southsiders.

You ain't no riders.

Fuck Lowepro.

Hey, bitch, keep hiding, you know what I'm saying?

Keep hiding, fucking big mouth bitch.