The Other Side Songtext

[VERSE I-Bubba Sparxxx] 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!) [CHORUS-Sleepy Brown] 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 Whether you with me Or you?re against me I?m on the other side of the room [VERSE II-Petey Pablo] 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 [CHORUS-Sleepy Brown] [VERSE III-Bubba Sparxxx] 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 [CHORUS-Sleepy Brown]