better on my side, it's better on my side It's better on my side, it's better on my side 'Cause I'm better than her (Rick Ross rap): You saw me on my
step over the line and get a taste of the sunshine It's better on my side It's better on my side, it's better on my side It's better on my side, 'cause
be funny I buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money Man all the bitches holla, they wanna drop my bridges than jaw my dick and swallow Leave
wood Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat Looking clean like soap Diamond rope on my
pictures off your wall Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall Alpine speakers in my grill on blast Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
is everything that I'm missing So give us a chance [Chorus] [Verse 3 - D. Woods] Don't you dare tell me we gotta let it go... We been on top for
state line felt like the Berlin wall, And there was no doubt about which side I was on. Cause I built you a home in my heart, With rotten wood, it decayed
with the seat back I still see ya In my past, you on the other side of the glass Of my memory's museum, I'm just saying, Hey Mona Lisa, come home
, life is cruel life is so beautiful ooh yeah ooh yeah la life is unbelievable oh yeah oh yeah la life is unbelievable On my way to garden city On my
we'd haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we'd dump the trash off of Thigpen Road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling
bring you this cross I carved out of wood I'm just trying to tell you That I'd change if I could Grew up on the west side Never even been to the east side
, my pet, I've never been accustomed to be Instead of playing and drinking with the nice young women on the mountain side If I lost my riches I probably didn't lose my
my hands, and i keep my hands closed i love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor gotta take care of them kids , man i kno ya heard Obama and i live on
on play on player Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo You're my kind of girl Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo Hey yo 'Coz that's my peeps and we rows D Flying first
when we'd haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling
court sentences you to death by electric chair We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When
'all niggaz wanna ride my dick, whatever Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather Put the hammer to your hatin' mouth, nail it shut Get off my
West Side West Side West Side West Side Yeaaaaaa I Got that Bape all in my closet BBC all in my closet Dat Pow Jewelry and ambush rings we just made
