| printable copy of the lyrics to THE BAD SIDE | |
| [Juelz:]
I can't feel my face Let's do it Real nigga I just can't be fake Fake niggas they just can't be real Hot Boy I just can't be chilled So hot I'm a walkin' kettle Man these boys can't get on my level they never could All white phantom directin' it through the hood Butta soft leather my dash is cherry wood Got a big 4 5th it's workin' very good Got a driver named wood-drow open the door, sui-ci-dal He holds the umbrella I hops out the back And tell Rosa Parks where I sat I'm a dog, but I'm like a cat to a rat If he don't want it get scratched (raaoo) And when it comes to the floor stain I'm on that old school harlem shit that rich port thing I gave 'em that, I gave 'em crack Now it's time to introduce 'em to morphine You playin' with the wrong one My momma had 4 boys you playin' with the wrong son They say ladies love Cool J But the J is for Juelz and the ladies love me And if the bitch ain't fine I don't mind 2 nickels make a dime everytime These boys actin' like worthless hoes Cause they career is like the car they be in, the curtains closed They want war let's get at it now They want beef I give 'em a cow You don't wanna get on my bad side I leave 'em with no neck like fat guys Don't be playin' with me, I advise I make 'em chinese food, another cat fried No comparin' me, there's no comparison I'm from another planet, like aliens Shark in the water, there's no scarin' em These fish belong in aquariums So keep actin' like Conan boy And we'll see who's the real barbarian They actin' like bad pets And yes I am a vetenarian You don't wanna see me act mean So don't watch me, I'm not a flat screen I'm pay per view you know what that means You gotta pay for this BITCH |
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[Lil' Wayne:] (Yeah)
Hardbody I can't even bend North Rode I'm cold like the wind Or North Pole I'm froze on my limb Too much ice I'm a walkin' bezzle That's why you niggas couldn't get on my level and never could All black phantom directin' it through the hood Black leather soft, my dash is black too, My driver's black too, my driver's strapped too Yeah, Lil' Wayne I'm live as Act 2 But this is a movie script More like an uzi clip I'm into uzi clips Spit like an uzi, spit like I just jumped into uzi clips Nigga who's you wit' I can move your clique All i gotta do is let loose with this uzi clip I am an uzi bitch Murder move some shit around Louis belt red like a Hoosier bitch Now after that there comes a smell Now after that welcome to hell I hope your situation comes to well Cuz I can bust your ass like a lobster tail I put it in her mouth like I could nail And then I get high like a doctor bill So I shall, fucks with the kitchen, tellin' me he ain't got no pot to sell 17 waters where I prevail And I runs them streets like a soccer field You lookin' at hot for real And I'm rollin' on this bitch like I popped a pill And I don't mean David, when I say it When it comes to marijuana i will cop a field Just tryna' got my pop a meal And eat my shit at the top of the hill That's the good side Never look back that's ya bad side You on the bad side, heyy And you don't wanna see my bad side You will wanna be my ally And I believe that I can fly Not like R. Kelly he a damn liar Weezy, write it in da sand I hope the wind doesn't blow for eternity |
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