Sideways (feat. B-Legit & Mac Shon)

Mobb shit bitch I know you know But check game doe I'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 Luthor (lex Luth-ah) But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti (gas fetti) So I burnt her like Fast Freddy (fast Freddy) Hit me on the first when your mail has come And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin' (to the mall or somethin') Heavy ass shit for the mob for the mob When I make a zillion I resign (I 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 nigga say "That's my homey!" We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma Kahlua with them brandy almost every day Cardiac is cool, but I'm on gin (on gin) Santa bought me, a new Mac-10 (yeah) Yeah, Click shit makes a motherfucker's night Niggas listen to it 'cause it's light Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways We riding sideways, biatch! I'm riding sideways, this way that way (Back up the Coupe and roll sideways) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (made a left at the corner 'cause it was hoes) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (I'm looking for a big seat) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (hoes see this type of shit and go real) I'm riding city to city (city to city), me and Leviti So get your toilet paper 'cause it's gon' get shitty (gon' get shitty) I hit the highway goin' East (East) 22 ounces of yeast (yeast) I'm playin' this game 'cause a nigga my age be I met her last night and today she paged me Wanna know if B-Legit can kick it tonight (what else) Only 16, way too tight But age ain't nothin' but a number (number) Baby got her hair done by Shanda (Shanda) Nine (nine) ten, 11, and up If you bleed, you get fucked (fucked) No not me, nought four oh (nought four-oh) I break the biatch down with a two-by-four E'ry fuckin' day is a holiday, celebration When the bitch is actin crabby that means she's on her menstruation I be like fuckin' em like dissin' it to the highest (highest) Talkin' more shit than Kalidous A str-uh, strizuck out in my Cutlass Supreme on a Friday (which way we ridin') Riding sideways beatch! I'm riding sideways, this way that way (doing about a buck fifty) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (danked out, and full of that Cisco) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (pervin', swervin', runnin' all into the curb and) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (bout a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit) See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly Hillbilly Neckbone, socks, tails, pork'n'beans and chili Just like my nigga Celly, we like to kick it silly Regurgitate and kick a botch 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 'cause the justice ain't to be did Beatch! You usin' too much red Now I've been known to break niggaz off (off) Hard type or soft, line 'em up chalk 'em up as a loss See me in the parking lot doing my thang (yeah) Love to see my old school dance in the rain (kick it) The po-po's came then they closed up shop (kick it) Smashed through the Hood and we made that hot (yah) See the shit don't stop (stop) motherfuckers pop (pop) Seven-deuce drop (drop) Coney air shocks (mm-hmm) Riding through the shit like Racer X And if a motherfucker flex break back and necks (back and necks) Running red lights and the right-of-ways (How we gonna get it done?) We get it sideways, beatch! I'm riding sideways, this way that way (late at night up and down saying hi) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (be trapped trunk, Stark Boulevard) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (come here, you little hard-ass boy!) I'm riding sideways, this way that way (niggas like to hear this type of shit when they crawl)