Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Other Side, artist - Gudda Gudda. Album song Gudda Grindin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2012
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
The Other Side |
| I’m all about that cheese, swiss or mozerella |
| Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar |
| When it come to robbery, nobody do it better |
| Notorious L.A.D., fresh Coogi sweater |
| The cleanest, lyrics is the meanest |
| Understand my English, nigga I’m a genius |
| Ice like a snow cone, writin' in my iPhone |
| Went from sellin' crack to sellin' ringtones |
| Straight out the projects to million dollar homes |
| Inside the Carter, cookin' 36 zones |
| 36 O’s and I break them all down |
| In and out of every trap, all through the A-town |
| The Embassy A.M.G, Young Money merger |
| I’m a Young Champ Like Ben Roethlisberger |
| S.S. Chevy with the big block engine |
| Rims and paint cost me a whole pension |
| I don’t need none but my niggas and enough weed to go around |
| A tinted sedan, some grams and a loaded pound |
| Fuck what another nigga think of me |
| I’m thinkin' multi-millions, he thinkin' Gs |
| Nigga please, get your mind right |
| Fuck tryna be fresh, get your grind right |
| Cuz I’m like, so in another league |
| I throw my pitches at different degrees |
| And I spiril my pigskins at different speeds |
| And I hit threes cuz at different times I release |
| My shot cold, nigga, I’m hot, don’t be tight cuz you not |
| Just be happy I’m lettin' you breathe |
| I’m the good, I’m the bad, I’m the devil, I’m Jesus |
| It’s Young Money, bitch, the game needs us |
| Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga? |
| Kidd-Kidd, Chi, get it how you live nigga |
| My nigga 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’ll never be have-not |
| Nigga fuck being broke, shit |
| Before that day come, I’ll A.K. |
| stamp ya |
| When there’s beef, I’m in the center like Tyson Chandler |
| Fuck what you heard, in the booth I goes off |
| Like the lights if you ain’t payin' us the third |
| And you already two months late witcha bill |
| Clown nigga you’s a lame, bitch nigga, I’m Millz |
| Young Moola |
| If you didn’t, now you know |
| It’s the million-dollar nigga with the million-dollar flow |
| Icicle chain got a million dollar glow |
| Quarter mill for the gang if you tryna book a show |
| Temp plates on the Bentley, ridin' through the 'jects |
| Got a pocket full of money nigga, Hand on my tech |
| I’m demandin' respect, I’m a man to respect |
| Disrespect your man, put my hand 'round his neck |
| Its no other than Gudda Gudda man |
| Still bout my money nigga, fuck another man |
| I’m on the paper chase, all about the hustle man |
| I be climbin' through your window like I’m fucking Bruh Man |
| Look, I’m Shady/Aftermath, put your head in a scope (Interscope) |
| A bank roll with bucks is what these young niggas killin' for |
| The game dirty on the streets tryna deal Yayo |
| Fifty clips at his hat leave a peeled potato |
| I call my nina bay like San Diego |
| Get me twisted and I’m a turn into a tornado |
| And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago |
| You stay, but I’ma let that A.K. |
| go |
| Rawer than a qualo, shoot you like Halo, give ya ass a halo |
| These bitches walk around actin like they J. Lo |
| But man, I remember when these bitches was just «hey, ho» |
| Hey ho, how you doing? |
| Me, I’m doing every fuckin' thang |
| Smokin' them dykes, I’m on that Mary fucking Jane |
| This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil Wayne |
| And you MC’s are just milk and cherries to Lil Wayne, ha |
| And bitch 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 fuck do I be thinkin? |
| Kill, kill, murder and Benjamin Franklin |
| Your girlfriend is into them gangstas |
| And me being a gangsta, I get into your girlfriend |
| 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 you y’all bitches, niggas, hoes |
| Enemies, foes, threes, twos, ones |
| But these dudes won |
| Won |
| The South, for real |
| Shout out the Dunk Ryders |
| Spcial shoutout that red flag |
| All the time |
| Young Moola, baby |