J.E.D. (415) - Side Show lyrics

(Hurry, hurry, step right up And see the side show in town For only 50 cents) [ D-Loc ] Wait, wait, cut this stuff, man This ain't no side show Rich, kick the side show ( *DJ Daryl cuts up* ) (1) (2) (3) (Make it funky) [Verse 1] It's a Saturday night and my girl's lookin' real pretty But jack that, I just left Campbell City Straight lace Zeniths and vogues on a point On my way to the Town to get a doja joint Pushed it to the 7 to get some dank Hit the liquor store to cold get drank Now I got my doja, my drink is like Nitro Peace, playboy, I'm on my way to the side show Down Bancroft, to the light Let me warm it up, I hit a donut tight There's a Chevy on my side, windows straight tinted I think he got hype when he saw me spin it I'm up outta there, sideways to the next light Vogues kinda smokin but Zeniths still tight I'm at the side show, parlayin and playin Music on hit, head straight swayin To the sounds of the 415 and the Locster Girlie on the corner on jock, so I approached her Spoke real smooth and said, "Hey, what's happenin?" She said, "Dubble-R, is that you rappin?" I said, "Ah nah, baby, that ain't me You listen to the sounds of the L-o-c The same clique, the 415, we make paper But back up, girl, I can see you got the vapors A lazy, tore up and tore down, yo She's lookin' for a trick at the side show You know what I'm sayin? In Oakland, California, every Saturday night, brothers be ridin Straight lace Zeniths, drop tops, buckets, high performance We really don't be trippin, you know what I'm sayin? But now it's like this [Verse 2] Police came through, but now they're gone In other words, the side show's on Troy's in a 5-point straight up lit Short's comin through in a Benz with a kit Oakland's movin somethin, and that's real Bruce from the Deuce comin through in a 'Ville This is a side show, boy, we don't fake it Police come through on a fluke and try to break it Up like that with a riot hat You're gonna need more than a billy club and a gat To stop the side show, officer, just think Maybe you should come and hit the spot with a tank Cause the brothers from the O are gonna keep on ridin Yolkin', hittin' tight ones, straight sidin' See, we ain't really trippin off jail or the tickets A brother wants to post, make mail and kick it Now listen, this is the code to the show For the people out there who just don't know If your car is real clean, then bring it If it's high-performance, then swing it If it's a motorcycle, you better serve it And if you get a ticket, you better deserve it As long as you can say, "Man, I let ‘em know" Then peace, you did it at the side show It's a everyday thing Every Saturday night, brothers be tearin up cars Brothers be comin through swingin ‘em I don't know what's goin on, I'm juiced I'm in the Town, I strikes through I see girls, corner to corner, block to block You know, basically it's just (funky) [Verse 3] Corner to corner, block to block Flock Zeuses and EV's that knock Gold-diggin women in the City of O Lookin' for a brother with a cash flow That's the type of things that gets ‘em off Material stuff, at the side show, boss Brothers get started, and man, don't quit Kiki's on a ninja, servin' it It's about 2 o'clock and the show's still movin' Girls all at the gas station choosin' A brother like me never ever spends cash on those Nah, I need a new set of vogues Candy paint will make a freak peep But she'll never get a nickel or a dime out of me Peace to everybody in the O that I know Dubble-R gettin' witcha at the side show Believe that Cause it's real This one goes out to my DJ Daryl-Ski My homeboy L-o-c And of course the jigga, the JED