[Intro: Ice Berg]
I'm on my way n***a
Uh
Hatin' ass n***as
Fuck the otha side (Yeah)
(Uh-huh) That side ain't shit
Ha ha
N***as can't fuck with me

[Chorus: Trick Daddy & (Ice Berg)]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag (Flag)
And I'll bust ya head if it's 'bout dat cash (Cash)
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (Hol' up)
A 305 fitted (Hol' up) jus' to match my kicks (Yeah)
Cause bitch I'm Alive

[Verse 1: Ice Berg]
Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, Screamin' fuck the other side
Flawgin' ass n***as ain't nuttin' but some liars
We beat n***as have bitches like god
Them boys in that all black wild
Mouths get wide
An bitches get dumb
And bodies gettin' lef in the middle a da club
And yeah we love dro
More den any otha ho'
Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothafuckin flo'
An we get it an we go it's like we get it from da sto'
Leave it in the weight house with a dickey full a blow (My n***a)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag (My Flag)
And I'll bust ya head if it's 'bout dat cash (Dat Cash)
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (Nope)
A 305 fitted jus' to match my kicks (Yup)
Cause bitch I'm Alive

[Post Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Fuck the other side
And I'll say it twice, fuck the other side (Fuck the other side)
We in this bitch deep smellin' like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now

[Verse 2: Fella]
Now everybody like why you do it like that
Why the hell every day you be in that all black
Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black
Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin' stacks
This shit ain't nothin' new, they know how I do it homes
Seven tre (73) big body sittin' on chrome
Hood on swole, everybody on lean
I'm smokin' on dro with a hoodrat bitch
Goons on the line and they ain't got shit
But we good over here, tell 'em get like this
Standin' in the trap with my lil' young jits
Gettin' off sacks, what you know about this 'bout this
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag (My Flag)
And I'll bust ya head if it's 'bout dat cash (Dat Cash)
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (Nope)
A 305 fitted jus' to match my kicks (Yup)
Cause bitch I'm Alive

[Post Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Fuck the other side
And I'll say it twice, fuck the other side (Fuck the other side)
We in this bitch deep smellin' like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now

[Verse 3: Trick Daddy]
All I do is say it once
And my n***a's on point (Yup)
If a n***a even sneeze
Then my n***as don't squeeze (Quit fire)
If you don't fuck with me (With me)
Then somethin' ain't right (Uh-uh)
And if I gotta say it twice
That's like you're playin' with my life (Yup)
And if I don't straighten that
That's like sayin' "It's aight" (Uh-huh)
So I'm gon' bust yo' head
That's like sendin' them scared
Black on flag ain't gang bangin', ya' hear? (Ya' hear?)
This is fashion, we gangsta's for real (We gangsta's for real)
And I woudn't say that
If I weren't on that (On that)
And I wouldn't drive that
If I didn't own that (Own that)
You shouldn't up that
If you ain't gon' bust that
I'm bustin' first
Your ass won't even bust back
You straight suspect
So hush that shit please (Shit please)
You wouldn't even squeeze
If it was New Years Eve (New Years Eve)
I ride around my city gettin' high
Piss me off and let it fly like it was fourth of July
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag (My Flag)
And I'll bust ya head if it's 'bout dat cash (Dat Cash)
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (Nope)
A 305 fitted jus' to match my kicks (Yup)
Cause bitch I'm Alive

[Post Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Fuck the other side
And I'll say it twice, fuck the other side (Fuck the other side)
We in this bitch deep smellin' like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now