Trick Daddy - f** The Other Side lyrics

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Trick Daddy - f** The Other Side lyrics

I'm on my way n***a f** the otha side That side ain't sh** n***as can't f** with me [Chorus:] 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 dickey I don't need that outfit (hol up) A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up) Cause b**h I'm Alive [Verse 1:] Yeah and I can't even lie You can tell by my red a** eyes that I'm high I'm doin' sign language, Screamin f** the other side Flawgin' a** n***as ain't nuttin but some liars We beat n***as have b**hes like god Them boys in that all black wild Mouths get wide An b**hes 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**in 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 dickey full a blow (My n***a) [Chorus] f** The Other Side And I'll say it twice, f** The other Side We in this b**h 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** 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**h Goons on the line and they ain't got sh** 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] [Verse 3:] Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a ho If a n***a try me than I'm gonna k** that mothaf**a f** the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice All I do is say it once and my n***as on point And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks n***as 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