f*ck the Other Side lyrics

by

Jim Jones


[Intro]
I'm on my way n*gga
f*ck the otha side
That side ain't sh*t
n*ggas can't f*ck with me

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a di*key I don't need that outfit (hol up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
Cause b*tch I'm Alive

[Verse 1:]
Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, Screamin f*ck the other side
Flawgin' ass n*ggas ain't nuttin but some liars
We beat n*ggas have b*tches like god
Them boys in that all black wild
Mouths get wide
An b*tches get dumb
And bodies gettin lef in the middle a da club
And yeah we love dro
More den any otha ho
Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothaf*ckin flo'
An we get it an we go it's like we get it from da sto'
Leave it in the weight house with a di*key full a blow (My n*gga)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a di*key I don't need that outfit (hol up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
Cause b*tch I'm Alive

[Post Chorus: Trick Daddy]
f*ck The other side
And I'll say it twice, f*ck The other side
We in this b*tch deep smellin like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now

[Verse 2:]
Now everybody like why you do it like that
Why the hell every day you be in that all black
Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black
Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin stacks
This sh*t ain't nothin new, they know how I do it homes
Seven tre (73) Big body sittin on chrome
Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean
I'm Smokin on Dro with a Hoodrat b*tch
Goons on the line and they ain't got sh*t
But we good over here, tell em get like this
Standin in the trap with my lil' young jits
Gettin off sacks, what you know about this Bout This
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a di*key I don't need that outfit (hol up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
Cause b*tch I'm Alive

[Post Chorus: Trick Daddy]
f*ck The other side
And I'll say it twice, f*ck The other side
We in this b*tch deep smellin like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now

[Verse 3:]
Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it
You can catch me in that di*kie or that 305 fitted
I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a ho
If a n*gga try me than I'm gonna kill that mothaf*cka
f*ck the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice
All I do is say it once and my n*ggas on point
And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks
n*ggas pullin' choppas out
Like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go
And get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody
Ya might get ya neck slashed now there's a special
I hold my mack yeah yo there's a special way I fold my cash
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a di*key I don't need that outfit (hol up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
Cause b*tch I'm Alive

[Post Chorus: Trick Daddy]
f*ck The other side
And I'll say it twice, f*ck The other side
We in this b*tch deep smellin like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now
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