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Sideways (feat. B-Legit & Mac Shon)

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Mob shit bitch

I know you know

But check game doeI'm in the S-E 4-double-oh

Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh

The hoe want me to come swoop

Take her for a ride in my blue Lex LutherBut the bitch ain't got no gas fetti

So I burnt her like fast Freddy

Hit me on the first when your mail has come

And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin'Heavy ass shit for the mob

When I make a zillion I resign

I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line across

When Christmas come around ask Santa ClausSanta do you know E-40?

Bet you that nigga say, "That's my homey!"

We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma

Kahlua with them brandy almost every dayCardiac is cool, but I'm on gin

Santa bought me, a new mac-10Yeah, click shit makes a motherfucker's night

Niggaz listen to it 'cuz it's light

Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways

We riding sideways, beotchI'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Back up the coupe and roll sideways

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Made a left at the corner 'cuz it was hoesI'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

I'm looking for a big seat

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Hoes see this type of shit and go realaI'm riding city to city me and leviti

So get your toilet paper 'cuz it's gon' get shitty

I hit the highway goin' east

Twenty-two ounces of yeastI'm playin' this game 'cuz a nigga my age be

I met her last night and today she paged me

Wanna know if b-legit can kick it tonight

Only sixteen, way too tightBut age ain't nothin' but a number

Baby got her hair done by shanda

Nine nine ten, eleven and up

If you bleed, you get fuckedNo not me, not fo'-oh

I break the bootch down with a two by fo'

Every fuckin' day is a holiday, celebration

When the bitch is actin' crabby

That means she's on her menestrationI be like fuckin' em like dissin' it to the highest

Talkin' more shit than kalidous

A str-uh, strizuck out in my cutlass supreme on a Friday

Which way we ridin'

Riding sideways, beotchI'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Doing about a buck fifty

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Danked out and full of that ciscoI'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Pervin' swervin' runnin' all into the curb

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

'Bout a gallon to the dome, then that's the hitSee I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly hill Billy

Neck bone, socks, tails, pork 'N' beans and chili

Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly

Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly'Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied

Hoes just wanna be pacified

But I can't do no justice 'cuz the justice ain't to be did

Bitch you usin' too much redNow I've been known to break niggaz off

Hard type or soft, line 'em up chalk 'em up as a loss

See me in the parking lot doing my thang

Love to see my old school dance in the rainThe po-po's came then they closed up shop

Smashed through the hood and we made that hot

You see the shit don't stop, motherfuckers pop

Seven-deuce drop coney air shocksRiding through the shit like racer x

And if a motherfucker flex break back and necks

Running red lights and the right-of-ways

How we gonna get it doe?

We get it sideways, bitchI'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Late at night up and down saying hi

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Be trapped trunk, stark boulevardI'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Come here you little hard-ass boy

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way

Niggaz like to hear this type of shit when they crawl

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