Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Other Side, artist - Jay Rock. Album song Redemption, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Top Dawg
Song language: English
The Other Side |
| 90 059, we them zip holders |
| Brick runners, real hunters, Cosa Nostra |
| Got dope for your nostrils too |
| First parking lot, three doors down (We got you, Rock) |
| Cutter niggas with the shit and we got bread |
| Big chopper turn your dome piece to a drop-head |
| Ain’t nothing like a project bitch |
| Making that cal fresh and cal word flip |
| We set up shop and sling nicks out our house |
| If police hit, ain’t shit coming out our mouths (Solid) |
| My day one niggas, yeah, my niggas I’m thugging with (Solid) |
| Trey-eight specials, four-fours, we sluggin' shit |
| You ain’t know? |
| (You ain’t know?) |
| Thats why them bammers in the hood now |
| They inchin' to get a little footage to shut the hood down (Down) |
| But we here to stay |
| Why Watts, nigga, we don’t play |
| I’ll tell you why, nigga (Tell you why, East Side) |
| Running from the cops, bustin' potshots, aiming at my enemies |
| Everybody gotta die but come across me, I’ma kill first 'fore you kill me, ayy |
| 'Cause all the guap, all the knots, all the scars that I got, it started off |
| the block, ayy |
| Grass ain’t greener on this side and on the other side my gun still cocked |
| 'Cause it started off the block |
| Ride with the yeeky that’s cause it’s mandated (Gangland) |
| All type of glickeries, little hand caters (Gangland) |
| Eager to get it, they told me have patience |
| Land at your resi', they got a bag waiting |
| We pulling up for it, we in the bag claimage |
| They keep it copacetic 'cause we act faded (Act faded) |
| Body for body, it’s really that gangster (Yeah) |
| My bitches be trafficking off of Backpages |
| One fourth of a million, this all rap paper (This all rap paper) |
| 'Nother fourth of a million, that’s out the trap paper (That's out the trap |
| paper) |
| The Five-O circle and double back later |
| 10 P’s of Cookie in the duffle, double that later |
| Lot of niggas traded on us during offseason |
| Get you some guala and watch how the peasants all greasy |
| If I could call a dead homie, I would call Deezy |
| He was tapped in with all the leaders that we all needed |
| Running from the cops, bustin' potshots, aiming at my enemies |
| Everybody gotta die but come across me, I’ma kill first 'fore you kill me, ayy |
| 'Cause all the guap, all the knots, all the scars that I got, it started off |
| the block, ayy |
| Grass ain’t greener on this side and on the other side my gun still cocked |
| 'Cause it started off the block |
| You either pray or play for your team, that’s red or blue |
| Make sure you got bleach to get rid of that residue |
| No chill dealin' with rule breakers and vandals |
| Blowers in the bando, fitteds with the flannel |
| East Side Johnny and them, a bunch of have nots |
| Out to reinforce the blacktop, watch the backdrop |
| I represent, from that nick, it’s an aspect |
| You ain’t down to toss the dice for yourself? |
| You side bet |
| We live threats, gotta flip, take it off |
| Fuck 'em all, gotta ball, we stuck in that mindset |
| And the belly of the beast is some shit you can dissect |
| Food for thought, this reality, shit you can digest |
| They feel some type of way, oh yeah, we see the curve |
| Ray Bans on in the summer and then we swerve |
| East Side shit, nothing is by the book though |
| I ain’t prejudge you, just keep your ear to the hook, though (East Side) |
| Running from the cops, bustin' potshots, aiming at my enemies |
| Everybody gotta die but come across me, I’ma kill first 'fore you kill me, ayy |
| 'Cause all the guap, all the knots, all the scars that I got, it started off |
| the block, ayy |
| Grass ain’t greener on this side and on the other side my gun still cocked |
| 'Cause it started off the block |