time's gonna be different cos I know what I want listing the people I'm taking down this is what I'm fighting for Come over to the left side we
this time's gonna be different cos I know what I want listing the people I'm taking down this is what I'm fighting for Come over to the left side
, hey, DJ let the music play (Let the music play) I'm gonna let this party live (I wanna let this party live) Hey, DJ throw my cares away (Let the music
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music
come wid a different some-thang Comin out de ghetto tings are wild like pure 'ell Nuff man get ? in my firebomb sale Some a sell coke but the music we
of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel libs What
the way you can fuck Around get shot down any day Niggas die everyday, all little bullshit Dope money, dice games, ordinary hood shit Could this be cuz of hip-hop music
a gangsta but y'all knew that Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah, I had to do that I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side
nerve to say hello in this cafe Say you will Say you will Promise me you'll always be Happy by my side I promise to sing to you When all the music
you've ever seen and known. Guessing problems only to deceive the mention, Passing paths that climb halfway into the void. As we cross from side to side
torn in two And now I know what they're saying In the music of the parade We made our love on wasteland And through the barricades Born on different sides
it on the left You hear it on the left You hear it on the left left Left then the right right
one at the badda bing Bad man nah go badda wid di wife wife ting She gotta know she's the girl on the side On the left are the rest numba 2 on my mind
Out in the west Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Nighttime would find me in Rose's cantina Music would play and Felina would whirl
East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage Burner at the side
