Utha Side

Uhh uh-uh uhh
Yeah, uhh, yo
You wanna come go with me?
My nigga, that ain`t no problem
My nigga, c`mon

(Chorus) x2
I said you don`t really wanna go, I can tell
But I`ma take you anyway - what the hell
So come on get on in the ri-iide
And let me take you to the other si-iide

I said inhale exhale
I heard your clientele is doin well
I see you boomin out the S-T-L
Pushin a five hundred S-L
I heard you even got a child now (look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
F-for County run up in your house
But you don`t wanna hear that though, it`s too late
Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait
They got taps on your mobile phone
They do surveillance all around your home
Now ya pawnin` everything ya own
Calling on your partners for a loan
No more slip and sliding on the chrome
Your good days have come and gone
I tried to tell you


Now baby girl what`s your name?
And tell me what`s your claim to fame
Oh I can tell you do your thing
Just by checking out your diamond ring
I see you at the mall every day
Buying Chanelle, Fendi, Donna K`
Plus I heard they took your job away
Ya got ya kids` shit on lay away
You got a 4-5 Infinity (You livin large)
Like your last name was Kennedy or El DeBarge
Oh I just can`t believe, that you made that money righteously
The kids asking what they mommy do
And why she lock us in the bedroom
I think mommy getting paid to screw
Cause every night it`s a different dude
I tried to tell


Little man how old are you (you can tell me)
And what you doin skippin school?
I see you running with your lil` crew
Out here fightin over red and blue
So now you wanna claim gangs
Even heard you bought a thumper mayn - and that ain`t it
You started out with chronic on the brain
Now you`re smokin amphetamines
I ain`t tryin to sell your dreams
Just trying to show you, that`s it`s other ways to make cream
(Take it from me) Just go to school and make somethin of
tour young life and watch it blow up
And you ain`t gotta stop bein cool
And you ain`t even gotta stop flossin fancy jewels (and fast cars)
Just keep it real with your game son
And don`t forget were you came from
I`m tryin to tell ya

(Chorus to fade...)


Submitted by walter at Sun 23 Dec, 2007 2:01 pm

Author: ?
Composer: ?
Publisher: ?
Published in: 2020
Language: English
Available on: Country Grammar (2000)


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