Sideways (feat. B-Legit & Mac Shon)

I'm in the SC-4 double-oh

Sitting real low

Stick in the flow, oh

The ho want me to come swoop

Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luthor

But the bitch ain't got no gas fetty

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 mind

When I make a zillion, I'll resign

I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill

With the line across

When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus

Santa do you know E-40?

Bet you that **** say that's my homie

We used to perv, grind

Turf grind, drink wine, Grand Mar'

Kahlua, milk, and brandy almost everyday

Cognac is cool, but I'm on gin

And Santa brought me a new Mac-10

Huh, click shit makes a motherfucker's night

**** listen to it 'cause it's right

Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways

We riding side-a-ways, biatch

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding city to city

Me and Levitti

So get your toilet paper

'Cause its gon' get shitty

I hit the highway going East

Twenty-two ounces of yeast

I'm playing this game 'cause a **** my age B

I met her last night and today she paged me

Wanna know if B-Legit can kick it tonight

Only 16, way too tight

But age ain't nothin' but a number

Baby got her hair done by Shonda

Nine, nine, ten, eleven and up

If you bleed, you get fucked

No, not me, not fo'-oh

I get the boosh down with a two by fo'

Every fucking day is a holiday, celebration

When a bitch is acting crabby

That means she's on her menstruation

Like fucking up like dissin' that to the highest

Talking more shit than colitis

I stri-uh, stri-zuck out

In my Cutlass Supreme on a Friday

Riding side-a-ways, biatch

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

See I'm a hog ****

Beverly hillbilly

Neck bones, oxtails

Pork and beans and chili

Just like my **** Celly

We likes to kick it silly

Regurgitating kicking boosh smooth up out the telly

'Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied

Hoes just wanna be pacified

But I can't do no justice

'Cause the justice ain't to be did

Biatch, you using too much red

Now, I've been known to break **** off

Hard top or soft

Line 'em up, chalk 'em up as a loss

See me in the parking lot

Doing my thang

Let her see my old school dance in the rain

The po-po's came and 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

Koni air shocks

Riding through the shit like Racer X

And if a motherfucker flex

Break back and necks

Running red lights and the right of ways

We get it side-a-ways, biatch

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way

I'm riding sideways, this way, thatta way