Lyrics:
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's
Chorus 1:
Gangstas don't dance man we groove, I want everybodys bitch to move look
from the front to the back, to the left, to the right, I want 'em
Oh baby won't you stay here by my side
I know you want, to spend some time alone
Hearts been begging you pick up your phone
I Feel the calling
They hate, they hate, they hate, they hate, they hate
CVII, CVII, CVII, CVII, Twist!
All of These niggas they hate, no debate
She like it sunny side
when Treach tried, next died
I`m gonna slide your wet wide, so step side
Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
Blastin' your ass
abuela know that
She wanna meet the G, like- (I'm Rick James, bitch)
Huh? ROT, 4Sev, 4Sev (DJ Drama)
And no, I'm not jackin' the other side
Forever
I'm big, but I still squeeze in a two seat
With the roof off but, but I rather ride big
You with the seat back like I'm chilling at the crib
Front
and hang on for the ride!"
Front to back then back to front the rain blew
That Rodeo was rocking side to side
Like a roller coaster ride without the puking
do u think you talking to?
向かう先に待つランデブー
going right to the left
moving side by side
to the front to the back
make say a ha ha
going right to the left
hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the '4 hit the juice on my ride
I got front back
wrist from the Cuban when you see it, hope you see it
Pop the Tesla now I'm treeshin'
Yeah, front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when
telling y’all from the front to the back
Just give Him praise and your whole life will change
I’m thanking God for bringing me where I’m at
O’ Father Yah,
Moe Moks - By My Side
(intro)
Yeah, Yeah,
uhh, Oye
(chorus)
By my side
Ooouu Yea
By my side
Oouu Yeaaahh
(verse 1)
You had my back
When
Fi all odda DJ Mr. Cat a don dadda
A gold teet front teet mi seh back dung to Shabba
Di bwoy nah go test Super Cat and folla
I tell yuh this a yute
Wednesday
Live girls dance
Dead men float
A hurricane party
Gold dust, sex, and Bacardi
DJ says don't hold back
Because the water won't
Looks like someone
in through the front we'll come through the side
Cause I don't want to ever leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people
Luis Figo
I'm just following dreams up on a speedboat
On a wave no bad mind vibes
I ain't got no time I got Champagne Skies
I just bide my time by
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Side by side
My brother outside with ah stick
I pray that I kill all my demons I pray that my brothers get rich
Yeah I had
be on that
So baby where the love at
Give this to my DJ man and
We gon' take the club back
Rolling round the city where the plug at
New to the city
come through migration
Put it on me vibrator
Front side looking like she Asian
Back side looking like see Canadian
All like Sa hey you know I like
so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99
So if you need word, then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that
White
Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world, east side)
Yeah, thank god
I swear y'all don't know about the west
You don't know nothing 'bout ridin' up the 5
View on the left
God gave us front row view to the sunset
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