[Chorus: Nasty C]
Tell them others and strippers to come inside
We got mineral, Gin and we got some wine
How it feel to be you and all your friends?
Is how it feel to be stuck on the other side
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
Oh I wouldn't want it yeah
I'm really on it
I'm really on it
Said I'm really on it
Said I'm really on it, I'm really on it
I wouldn't want it

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
I heard we coming up
Fuck it we running up
Haven't we done enough?
Fuck all the runner ups
We got the numbers up
We got the summer talk
We got the commas my n***a, yeah we got all the luck
Real life shit
Willy in the crib making hits like this
Nothin' in the world make you feel like this
When you realize this
I can never stop, even when a beat break like this
Everybody in the God damn rap game got the first time stick
Where the weed at? I need that
The kids need a flow
I got 'em sick with the same shit
They say 'Well keep me notice"
So when they ask if I mean it?
I say well yeah bitch I wrote it
And on the road I got so and so
Riding dick like a rodeo, ohh
[Chorus: Nasty C]
Tell them others and strippers to come inside
We got mineral, Gin and we got some wine
How it feel to be you and all your friends?
Is how it feel to be stuck on the other side
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
Oh I wouldn't want it yeah
I'm really on it
I'm really on it
Said I'm really on it
Said I'm really on it, I'm really on it
I wouldn't want it

[Verse 2: Chad Da Don]
Fuck the fact that I'm a white rapper
Come with a balaclava, look back and kidnap ya
You making jokes, it's funny cause we ain't laughin'
But then I had to come in with Nasty to cause disaster
Tell me what's funny, fuck it just point me to the money
Even though I might've hit it, I'm not in it for your honey
Trust me they love me
Don't get it twisted we not buddies, I'm running
And word to Priddy man cause shit 'bout to get ugly
Fuck it I'm ready to blow
Fuck it I'm ready to go
I'm 'bout to pull out on all of my foes
I'm 'bout to go and get me some new clothes
I'm 'bout to ball out on all of these hoes
He got a problem then we let him know
We came in so quick that he didn't know
You wanna see what we got, well here we go, whoa!
[Chorus: Nasty C]
Tell them others and strippers to come inside
We got mineral, Gin and we got some wine
How it feel to be you and all your friends?
Is how it feel to be stuck on the other side
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
I wouldn't want it
Oh I wouldn't want it yeah
I'm really on it

[Verse 3: Chad Da Don]
Black car suited for white Dons
I see these rappers panick, some of their hype's gone
The only shit that works is the records that I'm on
It's 20 for a feature to kill you on your own song
Give me a SAMA
This year I'm gunning for the drummer
Only a verse away from being the Dalai Lama
I need to get a MAMA
You homies peening for nirvana
These youngins looking desperate
I see them screaming for a come-up
So sure I make you move when I come through
Real Gs got to do what what they got to do
And it's all on you, watchu gon' do?
What are you planning to do?
Cause homie you're on the other side
You're on the other side
Homie you try to get at us but you don't know where we reside