Utha Side Lyrics by Nelly

Utha Side Lyrics

    (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 richeously
    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 other fettamain
    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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