2009 Reggie Bush Lyrics by $UICIDEBOY$
It’s a smash
Northside, Northside, Northside (Northside)
Northside, Northside, Northside (Northside)
Northside, Northside, Northside (Northside)
Northside, Northside, Northside
Yessir, it’s that white playa, world shaper, get so lit, he flip the breaker
Dope up on my razor, 100 acres, what the fuck’s a neighbor?
I done hit the majors, and at best they just a D1 hater
All my crackers shoot like Lakers, feel like Ninja with the taper
Yeah, blunt fat as Brendan Fraser, smoking like a fuckin’ nuisance
Done fucked a bitch to get some Xanax up in Massachusetts
I don’t give two fucks, sipping two cups, bumping Via Crucis
Shades on like D.B. Cooper, meds got me in a stupor
Down to shoot it, guess that I was born to die a hooper
Might die a junkie but fuck ’em, I ain’t gon’ die a loser
Indiana $licky, off a big 10 like a hoosier
Crash Rarri’s, Ferris Bueller, I’m way too hot to cool off
Beat his ass on a Thursday like he Mason Rudolph
Get bored with rap, might run for mayor just to make some new laws
Got my morals from some dope fiends, grew up in pool halls
Sip drank and put that Screw on
Grandma was cutting coupons, got babies raising newborns
Daddy said, “Fuck that, make it right, don’t give a fuck ’bout two wrongs”
The fuck is off? I’m too on, I’m popping pills in Tucson
Pussy wanna throw them hands? I’m beating him down till he need new bones
You can get the fuck off my dick, ho, get the fuck off my-
Get the fuck off my dick, ho, get the fuck off my-
You can get the fuck off my dick, ho, get the fuck off my-
Get the fuck off my dick, ho, get the fuck off my-
Southside, Southside, Southside
Southside, Southside, Southside
Southside, Southside, Southside
Southside, Southside, Southside
Grip the .45, I’ma slide by at night time
Blinded by the light, out of sight at the right time
Strange apparitions in the sky may be a sign that I’ma die
So I hold my 3’s high, reppin’ 59
Coughin’ up a demon, now it’s staring at me scheming, glare gleaming
So I flick my cigarette up in its right eye
Super Black Eagle 3, Max 7 Realtree
Smoked him with one shot, therefore altering the timeline
Hoppin’ in my bayberry Calais, riding by all these Jezebels
Ho, nice try, I already met a girl, rang them wedding bells
Never had intent to sell, I would always do it
I hope my enemies getting well, I know they ’bout to lose it
Yeah, this shit can be confusing, but I find it kinda soothing
I’m waiting on my death, tired of all this endless looping
Catch me on stage any day
I don’t care if they cheering or they booing, I cross the dollar sign and rue it
Ask me where the fuck I been, they say, “Duckboy, where you at?”
Isolating, left the chat, roll it back to back to back
Miss me with that shit, ho, miss me with that shit
Miss me with that shit, ho, miss me with that shit
Miss me with that shit, ho, miss me with that shit
Miss me with that shit, ho, miss me with that shit