Lupe Fiasco - Tilted Pt. 3 lyrics

I did this in the memory of
A couple of my homies couple of your homies
Um, not acknowledging or glorifying
Any type of violence
Or any type of thing like that peace

Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(yeah! Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, yeah)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(South side, west side yeah, yeah, y yeah
Yeah) sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(North side, ugh, Madison Street, yeah
Yeah, y yeah, yeah, east side)
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze
(Westside, haha, yeah)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(This one goes out)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(To the mothers, mothers)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(Who lost sons who was


Just tryna gain family)
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze
(RIP ram, Kato, Frank Nitty, ugh, yeah, woo)

I tips my to the left
It's just the Westside of him
Don't ride nothing
But know plenty people peoples
That ride something decided, cousin
I should describe the lives of 'em
Some wives drive Chevys with gold Daytons
In the tires of 'em (Hm-m)
But first, let me tell you where son grown
Grew up 'round GDs, CVLs, Black Souls
And Unknowns hangin', hat bangin'
Sack-slangin' with guns on
Forced to drop a Folks or you gotta run home
Or you gotta run anyway after
You drop the Folks
Because they was really Folks looking
For somebody to jump on
Wars, Lords shoot up all the
Corners they hung on hear the squeezin'
Ring for my region brother to come home
Violations, laws, lessons, sessions
And mandates picnic collections lit
Sign throwing and handshakes
That's where I stayed
Drive-bys where I played
"GDN" in they fades, with a one-fifty
Sittin' sideways

Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze
(Yessir, yessir)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Ha)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(Yessir, yessir)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Lupe)
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze
(yeah, yeah, ugh)

I seen 'em brawl for it
Write on the wall for it
Get kicked out the mall for it
Run from the law for it
See things they should've never saw for it
'Long as it's all well, almighty
All-righty, they all for it, ugh
(Woo)
Blackhawk fitted, get hit in the jaw for it
Blue-and-black Jordan-sportin'
Might get you applause for it
Peace treaty for, like
A week if Chief and them called for it
A hundred and fifty deep
In your street, saying, "Y'all broke it"
But what started that was a shawty walking
Down the ave' in a starter cap
Pops said he ain't want me having no part of
That those happenings with the
Hats and things moved me out south now
All my homies is Latin Kings
Teaching me Spanish, Lowrider Magazines
Black-and-gold bandannas
Taggin' crowns up on the scene (Woo)
That was the age, kinda how Lupe was made
Homies from Paxtown to Terror
New Era sittin' sideways

Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Woo)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze
(Yessir, yessir)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(Ha, how Chi Town is that?)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(Yessir, yessir, Lupe)
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze
(C'mon, ugh)

See, from youth, I wasn't a stranger
Pops schooled 'em to the El Rukns
Plus the P stone Rangers and as I grew up
Knew most of what happened threw up
Disciples loved the Geto Boys 'cause
They was talkin' to Hoover
Time versus life it's all a process
Drive-bys, gang fights
And lockowns had us scared of the projects
Couple Arab Knights and solid
Fours I knew thought that them Moes was cool
They said, "Salaam-alaikum, " too
Told my out-of-town friends to
Take off they hat
That they couldn't wear that in the
Places I was taking them to (True)
My homies was breakin' it, so
I was breakin' it, too
(True) if they started chasin' them, then
They was chasin' me, too
(True, woo)
Probably all got cousins, brothers, sisters
And loved ones
That probably died for nothin'
On shakin'-up or somethin'
To the mothers that paid
To my homies in the grave
Keep a glittered one-fifty in
Your memory, homie, sittin' sideways

Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
(Yessir, yessir)
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze