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