B-legit - Sideways lyrics

[Intro: B-Legit] Mobb sh** b**h I know you know But check game though [Verse One: B-Legit & E-40] I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh The ho want me to come swoop Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luthor (Lex Luth-ah) But the b**h 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 a** sh** for the mind (for the mind) When I make a zillion I'll resign (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 n***a say "That's my homey!" We used to perv, grind, turf grind, drink wine, Grand Mar' Kahlua, milk and brandy almost every day Cognac is cool, but I'm on gin (gin) Santa brought me a new Mac-10 Huh, Click sh** makes a motherf**er's night n***as listen to it cuz it's tight Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways We riding side-a-ways, biotch! [Hook: Mac Shawn] I'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 hoes") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("I'm looking for a big seat") I'm riding sideawats, this way thatta way ("Hoes see this type of sh** and go reala...") [Verse 2: B-Legit & E-40] I'm riding city to city (city to city), me and Levitti So get your toilet paper cuz it's gon' get sh**ty (gon' get sh**ty) I hit the highway goin East (East) Twenty-two ounces of yeast (yeast...) I'm playin this game cuz a n***a 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 sixteen, way too tight But age ain't nothin but a number (number) Baby got her hair done by Shanda (Shanda) Nine (nine,) ten (ten,) eleven and up If you bleed, you get f**ed (f**ed) No not me, not fo'-oh (not fo'-oh) I broke the bootch down with a two by fo' Every f**in' day is a holiday, celebration When the b**h is actin' crabby that means she's on her menestration I be like f**in' em like dissin' it to the highest (highest) Talkin' more sh** than colitis I striz-uh, strizuck out in my Cutla** Supreme on a Friday (Which way we ridin'?) Riding side-a-ways, biotch! [Hook:] [Verse 3: E-40 & B-Legit] See I'mma hogg n***a, Beverly Hillbilly Neckbone, ox tails, pork 'n beans and chili Just like my n***a Celly, we likes to kick it silly Regurgitate and kick a bootch 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 cuz the justice ain't to be did BIOTCH! You usin too much red Now I've been known to break n***as off (off) Hard top 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 (yeah) See the sh** don't stop (stop) motherf**ers pop (pop) Seven-deuce drop (drop) Koni air shocks (mmhmm) Riding through the sh** like Racer X And if a motherf**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!! [Hook:]