Sideways (feat. B-Legit & Mac Shon) - E-40

Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Pull this bitch over my nigga I got to piss I stay with sip in my fist I drink like a fish Sometimes I be sober But most times I be blitzed I'm having my gouda My nigga all on her bitch We ball like we hoopers My nigga we hood rich We winning not losing My fella we got chips I keep me a steak, a pistol, a grip four 5th Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6 Don't wanna be carried by 6 Rather be judged by 12 Suckas be all in my mix Cuz I be up in their gal Don't know how to rewrite spell I can add and count skrill I can sell a rocks to a cliff I can sell oil to a well Yay area reppin Don't need no swagger injection Big oceans 11 Hustling & money collecting I'm shattered I'm blundered mane I been chiefing that feda The po po's they tripping mane They sobriety checking Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism The fur fur is crazy I have me a "desi" A designated driver A rider We in it heavy We knocking 40 Water He foolish the boy gone That's all they played was his music when I was in a group home Bout to go slap some bones Shoot some dominoes with my fellas Get on that patron Called Stella Ella and Della 10 to get on the board I'm fresh off the top If I skunk you my ninja You gotta drink two shots Or we can play for some fedi Or we can play for pushups Or we can put on the gloves Go from the shoulders & box After that we can hug & get a room & get props All my fellas is thugs, ballheads & dreadlocks Right after the function, they continue to get bent Last weekend it was smacking My nigga that shit went I left outta there with not one but two women I guess you can blame it mane on that alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism 1300 block ready rock animal Sitting in the coupe Orange like cantaloupe Something on the mantel fold Gears in the rear Old English Beer makes it hard to steer I've been getting fucked up since 9th 10 grade Bird & grape kool aid and Ace of Spades I swerved and I do thangs i dance in the rain And I guess this the money we gave to champagne I pulled in the lot Bullets in the glock Hot or not we like to shoot shots Stop where I'm hot and I like to drink shots And I'm gone off the Julio at the 20th & what not You can say what you say Imma paper boy Little waves up top With the table boy She be playing hard to get But you can make them boy Put some drink in her cup and watch her swish it up Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Alcoholism Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive Please drink responsibly, please drink responsibly Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive

Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Who do you belong to? You make a player wanna spoil you Show you the other side of the game Take you to Nobu, no disrespect to PF Chang Shrimp and lobster tempura with vegetables Sippin' wine, matchin' oyster perpetuals I be big timin' Boat cruises, Baja coast, Catalina Island You oughta cut it out, you cuttin' up I know your butt know what you doin' with your butt It's stages to these wages when you bossin' We could go bowling or we could go miniature golfing Or catch a flick and hit the matinee Touch the shooting range and practice with the K Every night before we go to sleep, we pray Wake and thank the Lord for another day... UGH! Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed Son gon' show it off—girl, flex Send 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Little mama hot, do a thousand squats Lunges all month tryin' to get a butt Yeah, I'ma hit her when I get around See if I could slide through and pick her up Lunch at the lighthouse, watching the coast Little adios then it's back in the Ghost Times like these, she be lovin' the most Photo op queen, she be lovin' to post Toast to the good time, laughs in Cali But B-la really tryna get that ass in Cali If you ain't heard now, you should ask in Cali Leave your mind alone and harass your body I take you to the bird hut, let you get your nerves up Breaking something down then we roll a little something up You could get another cup, maybe even double up I ain't tryna lay you down, I'm just tryna line it up Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Every freakin' night, and every freakin' day I think about freakin' you, I think about freakin' you I need to know I need to know

They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare I don't think about, I don't be without it I could give you what you want if you really 'bout it Got 30 and a 40, nigga, you could count it Get a line on your living room, then surround it Right-hand man and he don't like to listen Choppa get to kickin', cookin' in the kitchen Rockin' me a fisherman like I'm fishin' Tackle box, pole, hella ammunition I really hate to take it there But I promise you, nigga, we ain't playin' fair We don't care if your daddy there I'ma nail you to a chair, we'll do it bare They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run you down with the Kater Double up, then come back later Shut it down like a breaker Hide behind the back of your neighbor car with the sprayer One thing I hate is a hater Two things I hate is a traitor... ugh! Bullets ain't got no name Slugs talk a different slang, need a translator Niggas callin' my phone, temperature checkin', fishin' "I'ma merge him in, shh, be quiet, baby, listen" I could tell in their tone they're up to something slickin' They ain't doin' no talking, they trippin'...BIATCH! They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare