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