Let’s Side The Click

[Verse 1: E-40]
Ball cap fittin' my head hella tight
Strikin' on a Friday night
I'm at the stoplight, keyed as the Bucks
Sidin' in my step side truck
Yeah, I pop it, but now the man'll never know
'Cause I don't drive that hot ass car everywhere I go
I ain't a busta though, I'm havin' money
I'm from the Bay, the Area, the O, the Rich and the V

[B-Legit]
Players at work, hittin' the streets like a tank
Checkin' the runners (right) about the bank
I ain't Hank (ah, you talkin' 'bout Big Hank?)
And I don't sell crank to get rich
I'm just sidin' on a bitch
Might burn a little rubber at a stop sign (to the right, to the left)
A little sideshow for my homies on the corner
That's fine though, but I gotta go
'Cause my mothafuckin' pager's on the overflow
Smoke up the block and roll sideways
Made a left at the corner 'cause it was hoes at Kwik Ways
They was sprung on my Old's
And now, guess batches wanna fuck my Vogues

[E-40]
Now that's some serious shit, but on the fo' real though
Hoes see this type of shit and go Thriller
Bitches always tryin' to get a nigga for his meal ticket
They don't know that I'm sick wid it