Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On My Side, artist - K Rino. Album song The Test Of Time (Slowed & Chopped by DJ Big Baby), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.2011
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
On My Side |
Listen, tell y’all bout my side of town |
Just like, your side of town |
My side of town |
Where haters jackers, and police ride around |
Watch where you find yourself boy |
Watch where you find yourself, my side of town |
Where haters jackers, and police ride around listen |
Yeah, watch where you find yourself |
My side of town |
Where haters jackers, and police ride around yeah |
Watch where you find yourself boy, listen |
I’m on the cut, focused in on my mission |
I spot laws from the corner, like peripheral vision |
I stay humble, but if ever we rumble |
You get swung on like baseballs or trees in the jungle |
We lie we steal, smoke weed we rob we kill |
Put diamonds in our grill, and pop X pills |
Have sex for scrill, move weight for big faced bills |
Fornicate daily, and sip drank and emcees chase deals |
We pushing cocaine with no containment |
And it’s a dead homies mama, making funeral arrangements |
We talk slow, but our game is faster |
And it’s a lady church member, getting smashed by the Pastor |
It’s a player, bout to get caught slipping |
And 18 year old girls, is prostitute and stripping |
(on my side), and boys is always lying |
And police harassing folks, that’s why they always dying |
(on my side), my side of town |
Where haters jackers, and police ride around |
(on my side), my side of town |
Where we make paper, and lil' boppers is always down |
(on my side), laws pull you over for nothing |
People get murdered for crumbs, and po' people are suffering |
Take a picture, a stray bullet could possibly hit ya |
And it’s a killer at the red light, that’s plotting to get ya |
After ten, it’s a crackhead that’s smoking again |
And somebody’s husband or wife, is laying up with they friend |
And it’s a couple of young gangstas, bout to blast they heat |
And it’s a snitch talking to the FED’s, as we speak |
(on my side), ninety degrees is cool |
And elementary kids, bring guns and weed to school |
If somebody saying they do, that mean they probably don’t |
And a clean ride, will get you any gal that you want |
(on my side) we po' drank, for every player that sunk |
It’s enough liquor on the ground, to get the cement drunk |
And if you walk through, you better have a ghetto pass |
Cause a 60 year old lady, might jack your ass |
(on my side), my side of town |
Where haters jackers, and police ride around |
(on my side), my side of town |
Where we make paper, and lil' boppers is always down |
(on my side), my side of town |
Where if you come around here capping, you will get clowned |
(on my side), my side of town |
Where you regret, to see a young body laying on the ground |
(on my side), a baby mama is plotting |
And boys is dropping mo' underground tapes, than Bin Laden |
And down the street, it’s a dude that’s grinding |
With a trunk full of work, and the laws is behind him |
And cats blaze, see his T smoke hays |
Half the females either dyking, or they go both ways |
And everybody, want drugs and sex |
Some got new cars, and living in the damn projects |
(on my side), you better learn to fight |
Bullets burn and bite, it might be your turn tonight |
If it’s plex between me and you, might witness division |
It’s competition in the G-code, it’s like a religion |
We buy and sell, the females are fine as hell |
And on the cool, half of them done did time in jail |
(on my side), you might a seven year old cuss |
And every race got a business, in our hood but us |