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Correct Utha Side Lyrics
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Correct Utha Side
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[Chorus:] I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell So come on get on in the ride And let me take you to the other side x2 Inhale exhale I heard you're your clientele I'm doing well I see your woman out in the stl She's a fine honey that's? 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 you're piling everything you 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 [Chorus:] 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 shanelle, fendi, Donna K Plus I heard they took your job away And that you keep your shit on lay away You got a four-five in Philly D you living 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 [Chorus:] Little man how old are you (you can tell me) And what you doing skipping school I see you running with your lil' crew Y'all be fighting over read and blue So now you wanna claim gangs Even heard you bought a [?] that ain't it You started out with chronic on the grain Now you're smoking methamphetamine I ain't trying to sway 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 something of Your young life and watch it blow up You ain't gotta stop being cool Don't even gotta stop flosin' fancy jewels (and fast cars) Just keep it real with your game son And don't forget were you came from I'm trying to tell ya (Chorus x4 to a fade)
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