Stones - Side 2 Side lyrics

rate me

Fuck that I ain't drunk

Don't tell me I had enough front on that drink my goons gon tear this club up

And so far I don't had 10 cups and I can't stand up cause I drunk too much

But my squad here so I can't be touched

So I'm like bartender!, next round on us

Shorty came over here and whispered in my ear

She said you s.t.?

I said hell yea

She started popping, locking, and dropping

And moving fast and them stopping

Had a nigga dick as hard as a rocket

I love the way she was moving

She stayed in tune with the music

Had a nigga like me bout to lose it

I'm like ma so what you tryna say?

We could leave here right away

I took a sip of patron cause it wasn't no time for play and I got my lean on while she gave me face

It go front, back, side to side

Front back, side to side (this is how we lean)

Front back, side to side (I'm so high, it got me feeling like I'm gliding)

Front back, side to side

Front back, side to side (this is how we lean)

Front back, side to side (I'm so high, it got me feeling like I'm gliding)

Yo when I step up in the place

I'm that what they mention

Got a crease in my lee jeans to cut the tention

Chicks wanna get down like a low rider trucks susspension

Dude's eye every cluck I question but listen,

I ain't here to impree dudes

I'm just tryna get a chick

Study how her flesh move

Not my every day grind

Just a little refuge

You know

Something stunning that's willing to bless dude

You know

Sneezed on it like twenty degrees on it

Got a chicken head throw a lil' cease on it

Got a snow flake

Throw some winter ski's on it

Then I ride the slope 'til I slide in it

You riding with B.A.R.

This is for my ladies drunk by the Bar-a

Teesha, Keysha, Tasha, Samara

Live for today and we say fuck tomorrow

Yo that's S to the T

Cruising down the street

With a new outfit on and the latest on my feet

Soon as I hit the scene bitches be screaming, tweaking, falling out in my presence like I'm they decan

And they just caught the holy-ghost

I'm like I love you too ma

But they could tell that I realy don't

But back to the facts the reason why I'm rapping I'm tryna get some action so baby let's make it happen

Let's get it crackin, shorty you hear that clapping

It ain't a gun when I show you what I'm packing

Packed in the bak of my maybach Benz

We could do whatever you want plus you could bring a friend

Or two, maybe three of them

I know they after my bread yea I'm seeing them

But they ain't getting a dime I'm just skeeting them

I just wanna fuck

I don't really wanna be with 'em