Featuring B Legit Mac Shon]

Intro: B Legit

Mobb shit bitch

I know you know

But check game doe

Verse One: B Legit E 40

I'm in the S E 4 double oh

Sitting real low stick in the flo' oh

The hoe want me to come swoop

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 when your mail has come

And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin (to the mall or somethin)

Heavy ass shit for the mob -- for the mob

When I make a zillion I resign -- I resign

I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line across

When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus

Santa do you know E-40?

Bet you that nigga say "That's my homey!"

We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma

Kahlua with them brandy almost every day

Cardiac is cool, but I'm on gin (on gin)

Santa bought me, a new Mac-10 (yeah)

Yeah, Click shit makes a motherfucker's night

Niggaz listen to it cuz it's light

Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways

We riding sideaways, beotch!

Chorus: Mac Shon

I'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-40

I'm riding city to city (city to city), me and Leviti

So 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 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, eleven and up

If you bleed, you get fucked -- fucked

No not me, not fo'-oh -- not fo'-oh

I break the bootch down with a two by fo'

Eryfuckinday is a holiday, celebration

When the bitch is actin crabby that means she's on her menestration

I be like fuckin em like dissin it to the highest -- highest

Talkin more shit than Kalidous

A str-uh, strizuck out in my Cutlass Supreme on a Friday

(which way we ridin) Riding sideaways... beotch!

Chorus: Mac Shon

I'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-Legit

See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly Hillbilly

Neckbone, socks, tails, pork'n'beans and chili

Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly

Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly

Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied

Hoes just wanna be pacified

But I can't do no justice cuz the justice ain't to be did

BEOTCH! You usin too much red

Now I've been known to break niggaz off (off)

Hard type or soft, 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 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 X

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 doe?) We get it sideaways, beitch!!

Chorus: Mac Shon

I'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