Utha Side Lyrics
| Song | Utha Side |
| Artist | Nelly |
| Album | Country Grammar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jason Epperson & Cornell Haynes & Nelly | |
| 作词 : Utha Side | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| 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 | |
| I said inhale exhale | |
| I heard your clientele is doin well | |
| I see you boomin out the S-T-L | |
| Pushin a five hundred S-L | |
| 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 ya pawnin' everything ya 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 got ya kids' shit on lay away | |
| You got a 4-5 Infinity (You livin' 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 | |
| Out there fighting over red 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 amphetamines | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Nelly | |
| zuo ci : Utha Side | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| 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 | |
| I said inhale exhale | |
| I heard your clientele is doin well | |
| I see you boomin out the STL | |
| Pushin a five hundred SL | |
| I heard you even got a child now look at that | |
| A baby momma and a bowwow | |
| My nigga know you need to calm down | |
| Ffor 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 ya pawnin' everything ya 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 got ya kids' shit on lay away | |
| You got a 45 Infinity You livin' 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 | |
| Out there fighting over red 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 amphetamines | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Jason Epperson Cornell Haynes Nelly | |
| zuò cí : Utha Side | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| 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 | |
| I said inhale exhale | |
| I heard your clientele is doin well | |
| I see you boomin out the STL | |
| Pushin a five hundred SL | |
| I heard you even got a child now look at that | |
| A baby momma and a bowwow | |
| My nigga know you need to calm down | |
| Ffor 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 ya pawnin' everything ya 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 got ya kids' shit on lay away | |
| You got a 45 Infinity You livin' 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 | |
| Out there fighting over red 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 amphetamines | |
| 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 |
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