Текст песни E-40 f B-Legit, Mac Shon - Sideways
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Intro: B-LegitMobb shit bitchI know you knowBut check game doeVerse One: B-Legit, E-40I`m in the S-E 4-double-ohSitting real low, stick in the flo`, ohThe hoe want me to come swoopTake 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 when your mail has comeAnd maybe we can go to the mall or somethin (to the mall or somethin)Heavy ass shit for the mob -- for the mobWhen I make a zillion I resign -- I resignI`m realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line acrossWhen Christmas come around ask Santa ClausSanta do you know E-40?Bet you that nigga say "That`s my homey!"We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandmaKahlua with them brandy almost every dayCardiac is cool, but I`m on gin (on gin)Santa bought me, a new Mac-10 (yeah)Yeah, Click shit makes a motherfucker`s nightNiggaz listen to it cuz it`s lightCrooked twisted unlisted on the highwaysWe riding sideaways, beotch!Chorus: Mac ShonI`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 shit and go reala...")Verse Two: B-Legit, E-40I`m riding city to city (city to city), me and LevitiSo get your toilet paper cuz 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 cuz a nigga my age beI met her last night and today she paged meWanna know if B-Legit can kick it tonight (what else)Only sixteen, way too tightBut age ain`t nothin but a number -- numberBaby got her hair done by Shanda -- ShandaNine nine ten, eleven and upIf you bleed, you get fucked -- fuckedNo not me, not fo`-oh -- not fo`-ohI break the bootch down with a two by fo`Eryfuckinday is a holiday, celebrationWhen the bitch is actin crabby that means she`s on her menestrationI be like fuckin em like dissin it to the highest -- highestTalkin more shit than KalidousA str-uh, strizuck out in my Cutlass Supreme on a Friday(which way we ridin) Riding sideaways... beotch!Chorus: Mac ShonI`m riding sideways, this way thatta way("Doing about a buck fifty")I`m riding sideways, this way thatta way("Danked out, and full of that Cisco")I`m riding sideways, this way thatta way("Pervin swervin runnin all into the curb and")I`m riding sideways, this way thatta way("Bout a gallon to the dome, then that`s the hit")Verse Three: E-40, B-LegitSee I`ma hogg nigga, Beverly HillbillyNeckbone, socks, tails, pork`n`beans and chiliJust like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it sillyRegurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the tellyCause they out there bad ain`t satisfiedHoes just wanna be pacifiedBut I can`t do no justice cuz the justice ain`t to be didBEOTCH! You usin too much redNow I`ve been known to break niggaz off (off)Hard type or soft, line em up chalk em up as a lossSee 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 (yah)See the shit don`t stop (stop) motherfuckers pop (pop)Seven-deuce drop (drop) Coney air shocks (mmhmm)Riding through the shit like Racer XAnd if a motherfucker 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!!Chorus: Mac ShonI`m riding sideways, this way thatta way("Late at night up and down saying hi...")I`m riding sideways, this way thatta way("Be trapped trunk, Stark Boulevard")I`m riding sideways, this way thatta way("Come here you little hard-ass boy!")I`m riding sideways, this way thatta way("Niggaz like to hear this type of shit when they crawl")