[Intro: Kanye West]

La, la, la, la, la

And everybody say, say

La, la, la, la, la

I know you—I know you—

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

I know you thinking, thinking that it must be

Armor-All flow 'cause it never get rusty

I ain't gotta say it, man, dog, trust me

Bust somebody head, GLC, where was we?

Still rock the Prada—'fore that, rock the Starter

Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder

Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up

Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up

[Chorus: Common & Kanye West]

We coming from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, side of the Chi

[Verse 2: Common]

The broads, the cars, the half-moons, the stars

I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars

Burn CDs with no regard for the stars

Come to the crib with conflict diamonds and they ours

Back in '94, they called me Chi-town's Nas

Now, them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods

We eating, Joe, you still talking no carbs

A conscious nigga with mack, like Steve Jobs

[Chorus: Common & Kanye West]

We coming from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, side of the Chi

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Your fly is open, McFly

The crowd is open, I think I know why

I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes

And, yep! I'm still the future of the Chi

Back in college, I had to get my back up off the futon

I knew that I couldn't cop a coupe with no coupons

Look at that Neutron on his green like croutons

People asking him, "Do you have any Grey Poupon?"

[Chorus: Common & Kanye West]

We coming from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, side of the Chi

[Verse 4: Common]

You in the building, but the building's falling

You wouldn't be balling if your name was Spalding

My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans

'Bout to school y'all niggas; you should call him August

I'm the sun that goes down, but I'm still revolving

Southside, w—w—walk it out, while still, you're crawling

If rap was Harlem, I'd be James Baldwin

With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling

[Chorus: Common & Kanye West]

We coming from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

South side of the Chi