Bubba Sparx X X - Other Side
VERSE I-Bubba Sparx x x
I come, they go
I run, they slow
I aint 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
Im platinum, theyre 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 fosho, b*tch cant blow
S.V. style, you know what Im talking about
Mofking 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 dont matter what you think of the guy
Cuz Im 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, Ive earned good, but Ive burned better
That cush, please just sush, wuss
Im the team captain, get your first letter
b*tch! (p*ssy!)
CHORUS-Sleepy Brown
You thinking you dead, boy?
Know where Im at, boy?
Im on the other side of the room
Your lady feel frisky
Tell her come get me
Im on the other side of the room
If you came to party, lets go get it started
Im on the other side on the room
Whether you with me
Or youre against me
Im 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 Im setting through the blaze
Homey, full of hate
Dollar bill full of cane
Its the mister motherfker with a hundred different names
Aint fk with nobody
Cant roll no problem, diamond
Never could quite understand a man that never talked how to
Stay to himself (mimic gun c*cking) 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
Motherfker I stayed contemplating about my last and final day
Im supposed to be nothing, they were supposed to give me life in prison
Last pick, misfit, probably did a full twenty
Hey, Im right here, head up
Got the whole world shaking for meI said
CHORUS-Sleepy Brown
VERSE III-Bubba Sparx x x
Maybe death and taxes aint the only thing certain
To come unnerved from out behind the closed curtain, Bubba skirting
Whats 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 aint worried about you, then they aint worried about you
Hear, hear, get it clear, disappear from out my hemisphere
If indeed youve 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
fk Cane and Nate, baby tell me that it is so
Id rather watch my momma get low than quit this, fo sho, yo
CHORUS-Sleepy Brown
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