E-40 - Let's Side lyrics

[Verse 1 (part 1): E-40] Ball cap fittin' my hat hella tight Strikin', on a Friday night I'm at the stoplight, [?] [?] in my step side truck Yeah, I pop it, but the man'll never know 'Cause I don't drive that hot a** car everywhere I go I ain't a busta though, I'm havin' money I'm from the Bay, the Area, the O, the Rich and the V [Verse 1 (part 2): B-Legit] Players at work, hittin' the streets like a tank Checkin' the runners (right), about the bank I ain't hank (*are you talkin' 'bout Big Bank?*) And I don't sell [?] To get rich, I'm just sidin' on a b**h Might burn a little rubber at a stop sign A little sideshow, for my homies on the corner That's fine though, but I gotta go 'Cause my motha f**in' [?] on the overflow Smoke up the block and roll sideways Made a left at the corner 'cause there was hoes at Kwik Ways They was sprung on my Old's And now, [?] wanna f** my Vogues [Verse 3 (part 3): E-40] Now that's some serious sh**, but on the fo' real though Hoes see this type of sh** and go Thriller b**hes always tryin' to get a n***a, for his meal ticket They don't know that I'm sick wid it [Chorus: E-40] Let's side Let's side Let's side Let's side [Verse 2 (part 1): B-Legit] I'm rollin' solo, full of the indo Lookin' for a ho, though 'Cause you know, you can't tell a n***a sh** When he got a hard dick And it's obvious E, I'm lookin' for a b**h see I run the hoes like water E slaps a b**h, just like he's her father I'm up in their daughters E-40, come with the sh** a little harder [Verse 2 (part 2): E-40] Tore up a** b**h, turnin' tricks Snitch, get out my motha f**in' mix You didn't want me when I really didn't have sh** What made you change your mind? My Camaro with the kit? I figured, now I'm 'bout to slap you in the ear Almost [?] 'cause I'm off this here beer Don't try to kiss me with your dick smellin' breath ho B ain't she, ancient though? (Man that b**h is a freak show) [Chorus: E-40] Let's side Let's side Let's side Let's side [Ad lib: B-Legit & *E-40*] Alright E check this out *What's happenin'?* You rollin' and sh** right? Got hella illegal sh** on you right? *Uh huh* Police pull you over and try to play you like mad though What the f** you gonna do? [Verse 3: E-40] I'ma jet off like I'm runnin' from a pit Hoppin' over a barb wire fence, puddles and the whole bit Give it time to get lit, me and The Click Drinkin' this wild sh**, we can't quit Slightly exhausted from my motha f**in' journey If they woulda caught me I woulda called my attorney Out the next minute with the hurry up [?] I'm lookin' for the n***a that talked, he's a b**h This is way too [?], just to let the sh** go We're on a mission for a n***a with a tore-up a** afro [Chorus: E-40] Let's side Let's side Let's side Let's side [Verse 4: E-40] We got juice, seen his a** at the phone booth He was way outta pocket like he was from [?] Raided his ask like a task I had a mask (The funk is on) I let my gat blast Caught in the drop [?] had his b**h extra nervous While he was full of lead, smokin' like a cli*oris Oh yeah, he lacked, it was [?] to the back Give me some dap, Jack, this ain't the average rap His folks hella pissed 'cause we didn't miss But now his brother's on my tip, 'cause he was next on the list That goes to show you Don't f** with n***as that really and truly just can't be f**ed with This is The Click, gettin' sick wid it