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Artist:	BABY BEESH
Song Title:	My Side of Town
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f/ Uchie, Lucky Luchiano, Eternal, I-35 Boyz, Ese-Loc

[Baby Beesh]

I super size my fries, fuck bitches two at a time

Pistol whipping punk fools when they step out of line

Its going down (uh-huh)

Yall mutherfuckers should've known

Its cyber space pimping, micro chips and capones

The static cant get up on it, untamed I'm a gorilla

A grain grippa, with the pocket full of killa

Get rid of the evidence they looking for finger prints

Situation getting tense, so quick I hop a fence

Mexican, acrobatics with oozies and automatics

We don't gotta be grabbing so, beware we bringing static

All gas no brake, sipping on muddy grape

Baby Bash finna smash in the lone star state

[Uchie]

We don't wanna pull it hardcore

Players in the south

We spitting that lyrics staright out of me mouth

And if you not ready nigga get the fuck out

I'm a bring it hard to your peeps no doubt

With my fourty four, or my mack or my nina

Got my pretty bitches chilling up in Pasadena

Another one, (whoo) chilling up in D-town

When I first started rapping yeah she help me get around

I keep entertaining while I'm stacking my cheddas

Roll with Baby Beesh, DFO and Twin Beradaz (Uh-Huh)

Let them niggaz tell us where you really wanna meet us

We gone take you down, if you like don't believe us

For Real!

(Chorus 2X)

[Lucky Luchiano]

We the boys up on the mic representing where we from

Put your set up in the air, don't be scared get yo gun

Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around

But, we sipping on that syrup over on my side of town

[Eternal]

On my side of town, realest hustlers in the country

Making money of these suckers flip eight bows for at least one twenty

Chop the pounds I get for four and sell them hoes for sixty five

Wondering why I like the outskirts, with a matching missing why

See Enternal aint no dummy I'm a get my fucking paper

But the cops in little cities boy you know they gonna hate ya

See a player rollin twentys and they wanna check your ride

Pull you over for the doja that they think you got inside

Man I'm flipping and dipping and see these white girls I'm pimping

Got they daddys credit card so you know that I'm living

Hood rich, fuck a bitch call me Mr. Neva-die

You can do what you do but just don't hate on my side

[Eddie]

My side and your side got some similar shit

We got haters, hoes, players, thugs, pimps, is here

Dope fiends at gas stations washing windows for dollars

Females at young ages acting like they in college

Most niggaz since twelve been clocking in

Even slung a little dope supposed cost for ends

Thats the live of my side, the streets of Oak Cliff

Spending most of my time high, with my whole click

Hater-Proof mutherfucker and we do it for Texas

Thats where we from so, thats we repping

Spitting lyrics on these beats with a country accsent

Brand new ever brought to you by these player hispanics

(Chorus 2X)

[Big Cease]

I'm a young mex more juice than Jumex

Represent for the best, as that Oak Cliff Tex

Where chickens lay eggs, we flip them to make ends meat

To put the pancakes on plate ( ?----------? )

Off a exchange brief case and we gone like hoffa

Disrespect you get split, I put rush in the choppa (Brrrrrp)

Black dress, tears runnin down your T-jones eyes

Thats why we run this shit down that I-35

Kick doors, flip coke, pimp hoes Western park to Keiston Poke

We done did that shit before

Country boys don't play when it come to our pay

Hater-Proof, Oak Cliff Texas boy thats where I stay

[Ese-Loc]

Flip bows in Ledbetter, couple Ki's in P.G.

I got people up in Garland all the way O.C

I'm a cow tipper nigga maybe set tripper

A country mutherfucker, I'm a methazine sipper

T-shirt with my Nike, you aint gotta like me

How come when I'm drunk niggaz always wanna a fight me

Kick doors and kidknapps is all a gangsta know

We bout dirty money and we like our music slow

On the phone while I'm shitting watching T.V. from the tub

You won't catch me ridin on nothing less than dubs

Call the jungle, it's a playground to me

Representing Dallas for the two thousand three

(Chorus 2X)

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