Fuck the Other Side
DJ Khaled Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

I'm on my way nigga
Fuck the otha side
That side ain't shit
Niggas can't fuck with me

[Chorus:]
Now it's a special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya head if it's 'bout dat cash
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
Cause bitch, I'm alive

[Verse 1:]
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 niggas ain't nuttin but some liars
We beat niggas 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 hoe
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 Nigga)

[Chorus]

Fuck The Other Side
And I'll say it twice, 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:]
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]

[Verse 3:]
Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it
You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted
I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a hoe
If a nigga try me than I'm gonna kill that mothafucka
Fuck the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice
All I do is say it once and my niggas on point
And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks
Niggas pullin' choppas out, like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go and get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody ya might get ya neck slashed now there's a special I hold my mack yeah yo there's a special way I fold my cash

Overall Meaning

The song expresses the artist's loyalty to his gang and his disdain for those who aren't on his side. He asserts that the other side is worthless and that he won't be defeated by them. He brags about his style and his wealth, stating that he doesn't need designer clothes to look good, and he'll fight for cash. The artist uses violent imagery to paint a picture of his gang's power, claiming that they leave bodies in the club, have guns everywhere, and love drugs more than anything else. The chorus repeats the message of the beginning that the artist is heading towards his goal and disregarding anyone who stands in his way.


The lyrics mean that the artist and his gang are tough, powerful and wealthy. They don't care about anyone else, and they're willing to use violence to get what they want. They're confident in their abilities, and they're not afraid of anyone on the other side of the conflict. They view themselves as superior to everyone else, and they're determined to come out on top.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm on my way nigga
I am on my way, and nothing can stop me


Fuck the otha side
I don't care about the other side, they don't matter


That side ain't shit
The other side is worthless and insignificant


Niggas can't fuck with me
No one can mess with me or my crew


Now it's a special way I fold my flag
I am proud of my flag and fold it in a certain way


And I'll bust ya head if it's 'bout dat cash
If you mess with our money, we will hurt you


Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol up)
I don't need fancy clothes to prove my worth


A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
I wear a 305 hat to match my shoes


Cause bitch, I'm alive
I am alive and thriving, and nothing can stop me


Yeah and I can't even lie
I am being honest


You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I am under the influence of drugs


I'm doin' sign language, Screamin fuck the other side
I express my disdain for the other side through sign language and shouting


Flawgin' ass niggas ain't nuttin but some liars
The other people are liars and unreliable


We beat niggas have bitches like god
We are successful and have many women


Them boys in that all black wild
My crew in all black clothing is unruly and crazy


Mouths get wide
People become outspoken


An bitches get dumb
Women become foolish


And bodies gettin lef in the middle a da club
There are likely to be fights resulting in casualties


And yeah we love dro
We love to smoke marijuana


More den any otha hoe
More than any other activity


Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothafuckin flo'
Our weapons are everywhere


An we get it an we go it's like we get it from da sto'
We obtain what we need and leave quickly, as if we bought it at a store


Leave it in the weight house with a dickey full a blow (My Nigga)
We keep our drugs in a hidden location, dressed in our signature clothing


We in this bitch deep smellin like a pound
We are heavily present, and strongly smelling of marijuana


And if you really want it you can get it right now
If someone is seeking trouble, we are ready to give them what they want


Now everybody like why you do it like that
People question my methods


Why the hell every day you be in that all black
People wonder why I wear all black clothing every day


Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black
I have a new pair of Jordan sneakers, which are also black


Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin stacks
I am still in the dangerous area with my friends, counting money


This Shit ain't nothin new, they know how I do it homes
This behavior is not new and my friends are well aware of it


Seven tre (73) Big body sittin on chrome
I drive a large car with chrome wheels


Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean
The neighborhood is doing well financially and drugs are being consumed


I'm Smokin on Dro with a Hoodrat Bitch
I am smoking marijuana with a low-quality girl


Goons on the line and they ain't got shit
My associates are ready for action, but have nothing


But we good over here, tell em get like this
We are doing well and suggest others follow our lead


Standin in the trap with my lil' young jits
I am in the ghetto with my young associates


Gettin off sacks, what you know about this Bout This
We are selling drugs, something others may not know about


Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it
If you are looking for trouble, we are ready to give it to you


You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted
I will be wearing my signature clothing


I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a hoe
I am not concerned with anyone who may want to harm me or a woman


If a nigga try me than I'm gonna kill that mothafucka
If someone attacks me, I will fight back and possibly kill them


Fuck the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice
I don't like the other side, and I only need to say it once


All I do is say it once and my niggas on point
My friends will back me up with just one word


And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks
You will see us transform from peaceful to violent


Niggas pullin' choppas out, like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go and get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody ya might get ya neck slashed
We are heavily armed and will kill if provoked


now there's a special I hold my mack yeah yo there's a special way I fold my cash
I have a special way of holding my gun, and folding my cash




Contributed by Adeline H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found

More Versions