E-40, Mac Shawn, B-Legit - Sideways lyrics

Mobb shit bitch i know you know
But check game though

I'm in the S-C 4 double oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The ho want me to come swoop her
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
(Uh) When your mail (Uh) has come (yeah)
And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin
(To the mall or somethin)
Heavy ass shit 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 (Uh)
When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus


(Santa)
Santa do you know E-40? (Santa, santa)
Bet you that nigga say "That's my homey!"
(Santa) 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 shit makes a motherfucker's night
Niggas listen to it cause it's right
Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways
We riding side-a-ways, biotch!

I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("Smoke up the block and roll sideways")
I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("Made a left at the corner
'cause it was hoes")
I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("I'm lookin' for a bitch, see")
I'm riding sideawats, this way, that-a-way
("Hoes see this type of
Shit and go Thriller")

I'm riding city to city
(city to city) , me and Levitti
So get your toilet paper cause
It's gon' get shitty (gon' get shitty)
I hit the highway goin East (East)
Twenty-two 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 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 fucked (Fucked)
No not me, not fo' oh (Not fo' oh)
I broke the bootch down with a two by fo'
Every fuckin' day is a holiday, celebration
When the bitch is actin' crabby that
Means she's on her menestration
I be like fuckin' em like
This that to the highest (Highest)
Talkin' mo' shit than colitis i striz uh
Strizuck out in my Cutlass
Supreme on a Friday
(Which way we ridin'?) Riding side-a-ways
Biotch!

I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("Doin about a buck fifty")
I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("Danked out, and full of that Cisco")
I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("Pervin', swervin'
Runnin' all into the curb and")
I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("About a gallon to the dome, the neck
The head")

See I'ma hog nigga, Beverly Hillbilly
Neckbone, ox tails, pork 'n beans and
ChiliJust like my nigga Celly
We likes to kick it silly
Regurgitate and kick a bitch 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 cause
The justice ain't to be did
BIOTCH! You usin too much red
Now I've been known to break niggas off (Off)
Hard top or soft
(Ugh) 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 and they closed up shop
(Kick it)
Smashed through the Hood and we made that hot
(yeah) you see the shit don't stop
(Stop) Motherfuckers pop (Pop)
Seven-deuce drop
(Drop) Koni air shocks (Mmhmm)
Riding through the shit like Racer
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 though?)
We get it sideaways, beitch!

I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("Every track, block, street, boulevard")
I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("Come here lil hard head boy")
I'm riding sideways, this way, that-a-way
("Like to hear this type of
Shit where we go")