(Hurry, hurry, step right up

and see the side show in town

for only 50 cents)



[D-Loc]

Wait, wait, cut this shit, man

This ain't no muthafuckin side show

Rich, kick the side show



[DJ Daryl cuts up:]

(1)

(2)

(3)

(Make it funky)



[Richie Rich]

It's a Saturday night, my girl's actin real shitty

Due to the fact I just left Campbell City

Straight lace Zeniths and vogues all on point

On my way to the Town to get a doja joint

Pushed it to the 7 to get some dank

Hit the liquor store to cold get drank

Now I got my doja, sippin on Nitro

Peace playboy, I'm on my way to the side show

Down [Street Name] to the light

Let me warm it up, I ( ? ) tight

There's a Chevy on my side, windows straight tinted

I think he got hype when he saw me spin it

I'm up outta there, sideways to the next life

Vogues kinda smokin but Zeniths still tight

I'm at the side show, parlayin and playin

Music on hit, head straight swayin

To the sounds of the 415 and the Locster

Girlie on the corner on jock, so I approached her

Spoke real smooth and said, "Hey, what's happenin?"

She said, "Dubble-R, is that you rappin?"

I said, "Ah nah, baby, that ain't me

You listen to the sounds of the L-o-c

The same clique, the 415, we make paper

But back up, bitch, I can see you got the vapors"

A lazy, towed up, tore down hoe

She's lookin for some dick at the side show



You know what I'm sayin?

In Oakland, California, every Saturday night, brothers be ridin

Straight lace Zeniths, rag tops, buckets, high performance

We really don't be trippin, you know what I'm sayin?

But now it's like this



[Richie Rich]

Police came through, but now they're gone

In other words, the side show's on

Troy's in a Maxima straight up lit

Short's comin through in a Benz with a kit

Oakland's movin somethin, and that's real

Bruce from the Deuce comin through in a 'Ville

This is a side show, boy, we don't fake it

Police come through on a fluke and try to break it

Up like that with a riot hat

You're gonna need more than a billy club and a gat

To stop the side show, officer, just think

Maybe you should come and hit the spot with a tank

Cause the brothers from the O are gonna keep on ridin

Yo can hit a tight one, straight sidin

See, we ain't really trippin off jail or the tickets

A brother wants to post, make mail and kick it

Now listen, this is the code to the show

For the people out there who just don't know

If your shit is hella clean, then bring it

If it's high performance, then swing it

If it's a motorcycle, you better serve it

And if you get a ticket, you better deserve it

As long as you can say, "Man, I let em know"

Then peace, you did it at the side show



It's a everyday thing

Every Saturday night brothers be tearin up cars

Brothers be comin through swingin em

I don't know what's goin on, I'm juiced

I'm in the Town, I strikes through

I see bitches, corner to corner, block to block

You know, basically it's just (funky)



[Richie Rich]

Corner to corner, block to block

Flock Zeuses and EV's that knock

Gold-diggin bitches in the City of O

Lookin for a nigga with a cash flow

That's the type of shit that gets em off

Material shit, at the side show, boss

Brothers get started, and man, don't quit

Kiki's on the engine about to tear up shit

It's about 2 o'clock and the show's still goin

Bitches all at the gas station hoein

A nigga like me never ever spends cash on hoes

Nah, I need a new set of vogues

Candy paint will make a bitch peep

But she'll never get a muthafuckin dime out of me

Peace to everybody in the O that I know

Dubble-R get with you at the side show



Believe that

Cause it's real



This one goes out to my DJ Daryl-Ski

My homeboy L-o-c

And of course the Jigga, the Jed