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the click - let's side lyrics

[verse 1 (part 1): e-40]
ball cap fittin’ my hat h-lla tight
strikin’, on a friday night
i’m at the stoplight, [?]
[?] in my step side truck
yeah, i pop it, but the man’ll never know
’cause i don’t drive that hot -ss 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

[verse 1 (part 2): b-legit]
players at work, hittin’ the streets like a tank
checkin’ the runners (right), about the bank
i ain’t hank (-are you talkin’ ’bout big bank?-)
and i don’t sell [?]
to get rich, i’m just sidin’ on a b-tch
might burn a little rubber at a stop sign
a little sideshow, for my homies on the corner
that’s fine though, but i gotta go
’cause my motha f-ckin’ [?] on the overflow
smoke up the block and roll sideways
made a left at the corner ’cause there was hoes at kwik ways
they was sprung on my old’s
and now, [?] wanna f-ck my vogues

[verse 3 (part 3): e-40]
now that’s some serious sh-t, but on the fo’ real though
hoes see this type of sh-t and go thriller
b-tches always tryin’ to get a n-gg-, for his meal ticket
they don’t know that i’m sick wid it

[chorus: e-40]
let’s side
let’s side
let’s side
let’s side

[verse 2 (part 1): b-legit]
i’m rollin’ solo, full of the indo
lookin’ for a ho, though
’cause you know, you can’t tell a n-gg- sh-t
when he got a hard d-ck
and it’s obvious e, i’m lookin’ for a b-tch see
i run the hoes like water
e slaps a b-tch, just like he’s her father
i’m up in their daughters
e-40, come with the sh-t a little harder

[verse 2 (part 2): e-40]
tore up -ss b-tch, turnin’ tricks
snitch, get out my motha f-ckin’ mix
you didn’t want me when i really didn’t have sh-t
what made you change your mind? my camaro with the kit?
i figured, now i’m ’bout to slap you in the ear
almost [?] ’cause i’m off this here beer
don’t try to kiss me with your d-ck smellin’ breath ho
b ain’t she, ancient though?
(man that b-tch is a freak show)

[chorus: e-40]
let’s side
let’s side
let’s side
let’s side

[ad lib: b-legit & -e-40-]
alright e check this out
-what’s happenin’?-
you rollin’ and sh-t right? got h-lla illegal sh-t on you right?
-uh huh-
police pull you over and try to play you like mad though
what the f-ck you gonna do?

[verse 3: e-40]
i’ma jet off like i’m runnin’ from a pit
hoppin’ over a barb wire fence, puddles and the whole bit
give it time to get lit, me and the click
drinkin’ this wild sh-t, we can’t quit
slightly exhausted from my motha f-ckin’ journey
if they woulda caught me i woulda called my attorney
out the next minute with the hurry up [?]
i’m lookin’ for the n-gg- that talked, he’s a b-tch
this is way too [?], just to let the sh-t go
we’re on a mission for a n-gg- with a tore-up -ss afro

[chorus: e-40]
let’s side
let’s side
let’s side
let’s side

[verse 4: e-40]
we got juice, seen his -ss at the phone booth
he was way outta pocket like he was from [?]
raided his ask like a task i had a mask
(the funk is on) i let my gat blast
caught in the drop [?] had his b-tch extra nervous
while he was full of lead, smokin’ like a cl-toris
oh yeah, he lacked, it was [?] to the back
give me some dap, jack, this ain’t the average rap
his folks h-lla p-ssed ’cause we didn’t miss
but now his brother’s on my tip, ’cause he was next on the list
that goes to show you
don’t f-ck with n-gg-s that really and truly just can’t be f-cked with
this is the click, gettin’ sick wid it

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