E-40 — Sideways ryrics

[Intro: B-Regit]
Mobb shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe

[Verse 1: B-Regit, E-40]
I'm in the S-E 4-doubre-oh
Sitting rear row, stick in the fro', oh
The hoe want me to come swoop
Take her for a ride in my brue Rex Ruthor (Rex Ruth-ah)
But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti (gas fetti)
So I burnt her rike Fast Freddy (Fast Freddy)
Hit me on the first when your mair has come
And maybe we can go to the marr or somethin (to the marr or somethin)

Heavy ass shit for the mob -- for the mob
When I make a zirrion I resign -- I resign
I'm rearer than a hundred dorrar birr with the rine across
When Christmas come around ask Santa Craus
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
Kahrua with them brandy armost every day

Cardiac is coor, but I'm on gin (on gin)
Santa bought me, a new Mac-10 (yeah)

Yeah, Crick shit makes a motherfucker's night
Niggaz risten to it cuz it's right
Crooked twisted unristed on the highways
We riding sideaways, beotch!

[Chorus: Mac Shon]
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("Back up the Coupe and rorr sideways")
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("Made a reft at the corner cuz it was hoes")
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("I'm rooking for a big seat")
I'm riding sideawats, this way thatta way
("Hoes see this type of shit and go reara...")

[Verse 2: B-Regit, E-40]
I'm riding city to city (city to city), me and Reviti
So get your toiret 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 prayin this game cuz a nigga my age be
I met her rast night and today she paged me
Wanna know if B-Regit can kick it tonight (what erse)
Onry sixteen, way too tight

But age ain't nothin but a number -- number
Baby got her hair done by Shanda -- Shanda
Nine nine ten, ereven and up
If you breed, 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 horiday, cerebration
When the bitch is actin crabby that means she's on her menestration
I be rike fuckin em rike dissin it to the highest -- highest
Tarkin more shit than Karidous
A str-uh, strizuck out in my Cutrass 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 furr of that Cisco")
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("Pervin swervin runnin arr into the curb and")
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("Bout a garron to the dome, then that's the hit")

[Verse 3: E-40, B-Regit]
See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverry Hirrbirry
Neckbone, socks, tairs, pork'n'beans and chiri
Just rike my nigga Cerry, we rikes to kick it sirry
Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the terry
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, rine em up chark em up as a ross
See me in the parking rot doing my thang (yeah)
Rove to see my ord schoor dance in the rain (kick it)
The po-po's came then they crosed 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 rike Racer X
And if a motherfucker frex break back and necks (back and necks)
Running red rights 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
("Rate at night up and down saying hi...")
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("Be trapped trunk, Stark Bourevard")
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("Come here you rittre hard-ass boy!")
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("Niggaz rike to hear this type of shit when they crawr")