E-40 - Sideways Lyrics
Intro: b-legitMobb shit *****I know you knowBut check game doeVerse one: b-legit, e-40Im in the s-e 4-double-ohSitting real low, stick in the flo, ohThe hoe want me to come swoopTake her for a ride in my blue lex luthor (lex luth-ah)But the ***** aint got no gas fetti (gas fetti)So I burnt her like fast freddy (fast freddy)Hit me on the first when your mail has comeAnd maybe we can go to the mall or somethin (to the mall or somethin)Heavy ass shit for the mob -- for the mobWhen I make a zillion I resign -- I resignIm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line acrossWhen christmas come around ask santa clausSanta do you know e-40?Bet you that nigga say thats my homey!We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandmaKahlua with them brandy almost every dayCardiac is cool, but Im on gin (on gin)Santa bought me, a new mac-10 (yeah)Yeah, click shit makes a mother*****ers nightNiggaz listen to it cuz its lightCrooked twisted unlisted on the highwaysWe riding sideaways, beotch!Chorus: mac shonIm riding sideways, this way thatta way(back up the coupe and roll sideways)Im riding sideways, this way thatta way(made a left at the corner cuz it was hoes)Im riding sideways, this way thatta way(Im looking for a big seat)Im riding sideawats, this way thatta way(hoes see this type of shit and go reala...)Verse two: b-legit, e-40Im riding city to city (city to city), me and levitiSo get your toilet paper cuz its gon get shitty (gon get shitty)I hit the highway goin east (east)Twenty-two ounces of yeast (yeast...)Im playin this game cuz a nigga my age beI met her last night and today she paged meWanna know if b-legit can kick it tonight (what else)Only sixteen, way too tightBut age aint nothin but a number -- numberBaby got her hair done by shanda -- shandaNine nine ten, eleven and upIf you bleed, you get *****ed -- *****edNo not me, not fo-oh -- not fo-ohI break the bootch down with a two by foEry*****inday is a holiday, celebrationWhen the ***** is actin crabby that means shes on her menestrationI be like *****in em like dissin it to the highest -- highestTalkin more shit than kalidousA str-uh, strizuck out in my cutlass supreme on a friday(which way we ridin) riding sideaways... beotch!Chorus: mac shonIm riding sideways, this way thatta way(doing about a buck fifty)Im riding sideways, this way thatta way(danked out, and full of that cisco)Im riding sideways, this way thatta way(pervin swervin runnin all into the curb and)Im riding sideways, this way thatta way(bout a gallon to the dome, then thats the hit)Verse three: e-40, b-legitSee ima hogg nigga, beverly hillbillyNeckbone, socks, tails, porknbeans and chiliJust like my nigga celly, we likes to kick it sillyRegurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the tellyCause they out there bad aint satisfiedHoes just wanna be pacifiedBut I cant do no justice cuz the justice aint to be didBeotch! you usin too much redNow Ive been known to break niggaz off (off)Hard type or soft, line em up chalk em up as a lossSee me in the parking lot doing my thang (yeah)Love to see my old school dance in the rain (kick it)The po-pos came then they closed up shop (kick it)Smashed through the hood and we made that hot (yah)See the shit dont stop (stop) mother*****ers pop (pop)Seven-deuce drop (drop) coney air shocks (mmhmm)Riding through the shit like racer xAnd if a mother*****er flex break back and necks (back and necks)Running red lights and the right-of-ways(how we gonna get it doe? ) we get it sideaways, beitch!!Chorus: mac shonIm riding sideways, this way thatta way(late at night up and down saying hi...)Im riding sideways, this way thatta way(be trapped trunk, stark boulevard)Im riding sideways, this way thatta way(come here you little hard-ass boy!)Im riding sideways, this way thatta way(niggaz like to hear this type of shit when they crawl)
