Side By Side (YGG Remix)

[Intro: PK, Lyrical Strally & Saint P]
And it's the, and it's the Bad Ombré
LS the Left Striker
Oh, oh, S-d-d-d-daint-d-daint-d-daint, S-d-d-d-daint-d-daint-d-daint

[Verse 1: PK]
Ayo, I'll kill 'em with the yosho flow
And if an MC come against me, he'll get smoked
Don't be fooled cause I laugh and joke
Cause you're 'bout to end up left on the road
Yeah, man ah fly down, come to your postcode
With the mandem, man better know their role
Best do as you're told, slew on the mic
Don't wanna end up in a nasty fight
Cuh you know say the mandem scratch and bite
Yeah, I'm a little guy and I'm down to ride
See me on a cold night on the frontline
I'm up to no good, you know I'm not shook
Dem man are sweet like Rubicon Light
Dem man are wet, I know they can't swim
So I don't know why you would book that flight
To Ibiza, still gonna see grey skies
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay caramba
Who's that gyal there with the big bumper?
More time, me and the mandem wander
Me, I set pace cause I ain't no fronter
Ay, ay caramba
Who's that gyal there with the big bumper?
More time, me and the mandem wander
Me, I set pace cause I ain't no fronter

[Verse 2: Saint P]
I'll send man out the right side of the four door
They don't call me Saint for the sake of it
Spray a new bar and it's super, man are wondering
How I created it, but this shit's just basic, fam
I could do this feet up, hot choc, Sunday morning
I ain't gotta stunt, mate, keep up
Never at home, mummy knows why her son ain't snoring
Tryna get more in
Couldn't really hear what you're doing up in them sides
Heard you've been trapping, yeah, I heard you've got a dead line
Never reach deadlines, feeling all stressed, right?
Your girl getting pressed out by a next guy
Mental, don't blame me, blame the system
Cook my spliff and I bill hits in the kitchen
You only go as far as the man that you sit with
And that's why I don't want a seat at your table
I was like hold on, man tried tell me don't chat about gyal
I said fam's tryna chat about man
I don't know why man chat about man
That's why I can't ever chat around man
It's like man wanna chat like girls
Acting female, bare gossip and that
I said fam, don't chat about man
Now dem man wanna chat about man

[Verse 3: Lyrical Strally]
You don't wanna see Strally in the night
In fact, you can't see Strally
Cuh I'm too dark
Can't tell me and my shadow apart
Try see me give you shadow boxing
I'm a ghost, slap yourself, you don't want arms
Thought he was smooth like custard
Head got left with the lump
You don't wanna fuck with LSP
Give me space, you're a sweet boy
I'll get a cinnamon bun
But I ain't talking cake
These MCs are fishy
They have fins and talk to the jakes
Jump on mic and talk about gun
Mluleks Miyagi on the mic
You can't call me a younger
When you're Daniel-son
Lyrical gaffer, straight out of the dug-out
Control your girl, she got dug out
Bars? YGG can't run out
We bring the KOFF-E, get that mug out
Lyrical gaffer, straight out of the dug-out
Control your girl, she got dug out
Bars? YGG can't run out
We bring the KOFF-E, get that mug out

[Outro: PK, Lyrical Strally & Saint P]
And it's the, and it's the Bad Ombré
LS the Left Striker
Ooh, ooh, S-d-d-d-daint-d-daint-d-daint, S-d-d-d-daint-d-daint-d-daint