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Mob shit bitch I know you know But check game doe I'm in the S-C 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 realin in 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 milk and brandy almost every day Cognac 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 niggas listen to it 'cause it's light Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways We riding sideaways, beotch! 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 'cause it was hoes") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("I'm looking for a bench seat") I'm riding sideawats, this way thatta way ("Hoes see this type of shit and go reala") I'm riding city to city (city to city), me and Leviti 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, eleven and up If you bleed, you get fucked- fucked No not me, not fo'-oh- not fo'-oh I beat the bitch 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 dis dat to the highest- highest talkin' more shit than colitus A str-uh, strizuck out in my Cutlass Supreme on a Friday (which way we ridin') Riding sideaways, beotch! 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") See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly Hillbilly Neckbone, oxtails, 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 'cause the justice ain't to be did BEOTCH! You usin too much rid Now I've been known to break niggas 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 and they closed up shop (kick it) Smashed through the Hood and we made that hot (yeah) See the shit don't stop (stop) motherfuckers pop (pop) Seven-deuce drop (drop) Coney air shocks (mm hm) 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! 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 ("niggas like to hear this type of shit when they crawl")