Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Otherside , by - Bubba Sparxxx. Release date: 03.04.2006
Song language: English
The Otherside |
| I come, they go I run, they slow |
| I ain’t ashamed that I did what I did |
| I just live how I live, you don’t like it, say so Ain’t a singer on my payroll |
| I’m platinum, they’re probably that gold |
| Buckhead bouncing, move a little ounces |
| Talking out loud, but I ain’t low |
| Wait for the day that Bubba can’t blow |
| And get them fo’sho, bitch can’t blow |
| S.V. |
| style, you know what I’m talking about |
| Mo’fucking bank account, you say Os These hoes better stay on their toes |
| The big play threat, I just may go 87 yards in the blink of an eye |
| It really don’t matter what you think of the guy |
| Cuz I’m eager to try this style, and that style |
| And stack piles of cash, while sayin' something |
| Dudes agile, hear that? |
| Wow. |
| A bad child that turned good |
| Now, I’ve earned good, but I’ve burned better |
| That cush, please just sush, wuss |
| I’m the team captain, get your first letter |
| BITCH! |
| (Pussy!) |
| You thinking you dead, boy? |
| Know where I’m at, boy? |
| I’m on the other side of the room |
| Your lady feel frisky |
| Tell her come get me |
| I’m on the other side of the room |
| If you came to party, let’s go get it started |
| I’m on the other side on the room |
| I’m on the other side of the room |
| I remember when we used to carry them things |
| Back in the days |
| Hot as a flame and I’m setting through the blaze |
| Homey, full of hate |
| Dollar bill full of cane |
| It’s the mister motherFUCKER with a hundred different names |
| Ain’t fuck with nobody |
| Can’t roll no problem, diamond |
| Never could quite understand a man that never talked how to Stay to himself (mimic gun cocking) Quiet as kept |
| With a coldness in his eyes that will scare you to death |
| I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave |
| Motherfucker I stayed contemplating about my last and final day |
| I’m supposed to be nothing, they were supposed to give me life in prison |
| Last pick, misfit, probably did a full twenty |
| Hey, I’m right here, head up Got the whole world shaking for me, I said |
| Maybe death and taxes ain’t the only thing certain |
| To come unnerved from out behind the closed curtain, Bubba skirting |
| What’s the word? |
| You must have heard a lot of BS was asserted |
| Since none of us is perfect, wonder who it was unnerving |
| Not me, not you, grin and bear it? |
| Got to If they ain’t worried about you, then they ain’t worried about you |
| Hear, hear, get it clear, disappear from out my hemisphere |
| If indeed you’ve got some business here, then state it crystal clear |
| All this fake innuendo from little minnows |
| Is gonna make the big goldfish unload on the fish hole |
| Fuck Cane and Nate, baby tell me that it is so |
| I’d rather watch my momma get low than quit this, fo' sho, yo |