to it 'cuz it's light Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways We riding sideways, beotch I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way Back up the coupe and roll sideways I'm riding sideways
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
译文: é - 40. 侧身.
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
days to dark You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks I bang rawly, do you orally My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40 Sex,
that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga Joe
candy paint, 84's that candy paint, that candy paint, 84's, built in ? chrome grille, leather seats, ?, tv screens and wooded wheels (x4) E-40: that
hittin a couple of rounds And while I test him, hey fuck a Smith & Wesson I got my, nine at my chest and I got my dime bag Of stress weed, a 40 oz.
[Verse 1: E-40] Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits) Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks I'm in it to make the most,
E-40, Mike Jones and Ice Age Entertain' Gettin change, we grippin grain in the turnin lane with a cup full of mud, and a pocket full of change Mike Jones, I'm sittin sideways
Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me Some of you hoe fake ass niggas like Roz, be messy I know some beautiful black intelligent women, they're sexy E-40
pop my collar Tearin' down pussy walls in your motherfuckin' daughter M O S, S I E, M U G and K I V, always to with E-40 Hit the air like cubes by a
(E-40) Hey ah, which way should I steer ah The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror Pervin like a mothafucka swervin Hope I don't scrub in my '
and that boy Poyo and these hoes heah and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga
O E's Disease-infested back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh Give a damn, make that 2 8 9, think I had a V8 Highly carburetor, four-barrel engine scram Get gas, go in sideways
rocks at they Shit still Fuck tha police behind that project fence Drinkin 40 ounces brown paper bag around that OE Bitches knockin on my door cuz they know i Sold E
say say say! (Get rich to this) It'll be all slippery, slick wid it automatically? I'm the shit wid it, I'm psyched out, Sic-Wid-It Like E-40 and The
[feat. Clyde Carson & Husalah of Mob Figaz] [E-40:] I was goin thru some east the otha day I ran across this I said to myself this jammin I could'ntresist