The Other Side lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: La the Darkman, DJ Drama & DJ drops]
Dedication 3!
Aww
Yeah
This what y'all asked for!
L-A-D!

[Verse 1: La the Darkman, DJ Drama & DJ drops]
I'm all about that cheese, swiss or mozzarella
Muenster, Colby, American, or cheddar
When it come to robbery, nobody do it better
Notorious L.A.D., fresh Coogi sweater (Gangsta Gri-Zillz! Yeah)
The cleanest, lyrics is the meanest
Understand my English, n*gga, I'm a genius
Ice like a snow cone, writing in my iPhone
Went from selling crack to selling ringtones
Straight out the projects to million-dollar homes
Inside The Carter, cooking 36 zones
Thirty-six O's, and I break 'em all down
In and out of every trap, all through the A-Town (Ill!)
The Embassy, AMG, Young Money merger
I'm a young champ Like Ben Roethlisberger (AMG!)
S.S. Chevy with the big block engine
Rims and paint cost me a whole pension, pow! (Gangsta!)

[Verse 2: Jae Millz, DJ Drama & DJ drops]
I don't need nothing but my n*ggas and enough weed to go around
A tinted sedan, some grams, and a loaded pound
f*ck what another n*gga think of me
I'm thinking multimillions, he thinkin' Gs (Oh!)
n*gga, please—get your mind right
f*ck tryna be fresh—get your grind right
'Cause I'm like, so in another league
I throw my pitches at different degrees
And I spiral my pigskins at different speeds
And I hit threes, 'cause at different times, I release
My shot cold, n*gga, I'm hot, don't be tight 'cause you not
Just be happy I'm letting you breathe
I'm the good, I'm the bad, I'm the devil, I'm Jesus
It's Young Money, b*tch, the game needs us
Gudda Gudda, what it is n*gga?
Kidd Kidd and Sean, get it how you live, n*gga
My n*gga Mack Maine just left the dealership
And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom, so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, diamond chains, royal suites
Private planes, palm trees, big change, I can't complain
I made a promise to myself that I'd never be a have-not
n*gga, f*ck being broke, sh*t
Before that day come, I'll A-K stamp you
When there's beef, I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler
f*ck what you heard, in the booth, I goes off like the lights if you ain't pay and it's the third
And you already two months late with your bill
Clown n*gga, you's a lame, b*tch n*gga, I'm Millz, Young Mula (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Ugh, if you didn't, now you know
It's the million-dollar n*gga with the million-dollar flow
Icicle chain got a million-dollar glow
Quarter-mil' for the gang if you tryn' book a show
Temp plates on the Bentley, ridin' through the 'jects
Got a pocket full of money, n*gga, hand on my Tec
I'm demanding respect, I'm a man to respect
Disrespect your man, put my hand 'round his neck
It's no other than Gudda Gudda, man
Still 'bout my money, n*gga, f*ck another man
I'm on the paper chase, all about the hustle, man
I be climbing through your window like I'm f*cking Bruh Man
Look, I'm Shady-Aftermath, put your head in the scope
A bankroll of bucks is what these young n*ggas killing for
The game dirty on the streets, tryna deal yayo
Fifty clips at his hat, leave a peeled potato

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]
I call my nina "bay," like San Diego
Get me twisted, and I'ma turn into a tornado
And all my riders riding like a Winnebago
You stay, but I'ma let that A-K go
Rawer than a 'qualone
Shoot you like "Halo," give your ass a halo
These b*tches walk around acting like they J-Lo
But man, I remember when these b*tches was just "Hey, ho" (Gangsta!)
"Hey ho, how you doing?" Me, I'm doing every f*cking thing
Smokin' them dykes, I'm on that Mary-f*cking-Jane (Gangsta!)
This sh*t so "Tom and Jerry" to Lil Wayne
And you MCs are just "milk and cherries" to Lil Wayne
Haha! And b*tch, I'm greedy
But if I keep eatin' you rappers, I'll get sugar-diabetes
Sweetie, I'm a different species
I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces
What the f*ck do I be thinking?
"Kill, kill, murder, and Benjamin Franklin"
Your girlfriend is into them gangstas
And me—being a gangsta, I get into your girlfriend (Gangsta!)
I stay still when the world spins
And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman
You heard me? You heard him? "Him" being me
And we are better than all y'all b*tches, n*ggas, hoes
Enemies, foes, threes, twos, ones
But these dudes won
[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]
Dramatic!
Won
Dramatic, n*gga!
The South, for real
Haha!
But not "one," 'cause, "Dedication 3," technically
Shout-out to the Dunk Ryders
Special, I fold that red flag
Right pocket, all the time
Yeah, Young Mula, baby
Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
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