DARKSIDE

作词 : Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III/Shane Moran

作曲 : Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III/Shane Moran

Testin', testin'

Darkside

Take one

COUPE

[Chorus]

I wanna show you the dark side where none of the stars shine

Multiple straps, multiple star signs

Multiple dogs flyin'

Totin' the MAC, recordin' on Macs

The apples of crossed eyes

I think my boy got some shit on his back

Wherever he goin', I can't get 'em back

[Verse 1]

I keep it concealed in the function

Ready for nonsense

I done had con friends since a young kid

I seen a nun sin

I done had numb limbs tryna run hills, runnin' from gun drills

Ridin' around with the torch filled

Like I'm in thе field with a force field

I know it's fakе, yeah

Runnin' on E up and down the street

Gun in my jeans

Ain't no sun on my street

uh, thug in my genes

I done had thirty K's

Women for thirty days

Just for my sleep

Heard a little birdie say, "You was gon' hurt somebody"

Yeah, we gon' see, yeah

Bro with it braidin' the blunt with runts

I'm big pup, down with no rut

From state to state, my statement sure

My stunt, my stick gon’ show and they shrunk

We can go lick for lick

We can go blick for blick for month to month

We can got hit for hit

We can go hunt for hunt

But you better not run when I-

[Chorus]

Show you the dark side where none of the stars shine

Multiple straps, multiple star signs

Multiple dogs flyin'

Totin' the MAC, recordin' on Macs

The apples of crossed eyes

I think my boy got some shit on his back

Wherever he goin', I can't get 'em back (Can't get 'em back)

[Verse 2]

Think it's the dark side exposin' the southside

Settle the score

Now it look lopsided

According to y'all side

Multiple raps, multiple broads slide

Lookin' for star signs

I lift the city and this on my back

Ain't where you from you know where you at

I'm on the wild west where it's high-tech, TEC grippers on Hi-Tech

Triple reply text from the dark side speakin' difficult dialect

My niggas ain't tired yet, we got dark ties

Man, these n****s ain't tired yet

I beat the high score with my eyes closed

Now I'm just doin' side quests

****in' my ex and my side ex

**** up the check on an iron piece

Bust up a check on a chime piece

3 A.M. in the 6 nine deep

I see my vision in 9D

Di-di-digital trappin', might triple the track

And the system is simple to crack it

I'm in the whip with some criminals crashin'

When it got sinister, niggas adapted

I caught the code off the zip, now I'm zappin'

I took a toke of the zig and I'm zaggin'

I ****ed a hoe and she wanted some action

Wipe that boy nose if you sick of the cappin'

[?] of the game

It ain't no work, it's a million ways

Make sure you niggas remember my name

Make sure you never forget when you came to the dark side