Sideways

Soon as I pull up out the drive way

With a bad bitch standin bout 5'8

Around my way

Where I stay

Nigga I rate

Cause I skate

Like Stevie Williams

Tryna reach a million

Niggas showin love when I leave the building

Sold out shows at east pavillion

Probably with your bitch if shes appealin

My car in the house, why I need the ceilin?

If she at the crib, then he is drillin

Run up on me then the heat is spillin

Why you mad nigga you can barley feed your children

If that's your girl why is she revealin

Her deeper feelins

By be and stealin?

This dick in her

Then fix dinner

Id put my log in

But I don't hit inner?

What's wrong, use the brotha that be the big spender

Pussy nigga, you should go and switch genders

You a female, I get weed mail, got so much work I need 3 scales

Tell ya what I go and get detail?

Then hit Houston's I eat well

But I gotta ride with the 45,

They don't like me and I don't know why...

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me...

They lookin,

Police think they cookin

I sell it but I shouldn't

If I was rich, trust me I wouldn't

I'm not a women beater, but Keisha is who I'm pushin

Sold a hundred pounds, only one of them was tookin

If I see em then I'm bookin, like I got a show in Brooklyn

Found some powder and some Kush'n

And a pistol in the glove department with a loaded fuckin cartiridge

For cowards that's woofin?

If they paid me a million to be you for a hour I wouldn't

I'm just a boy in the hood, who got that Cuban Goodin'

I sold it for the five even though they said I couldn't

They call me Mr. Tax-the-block, first not cause I rap a lot

I see that I can rap a burn way faster than I rap a block?

Plus this thing on my hip force a nigga to have to hop

My partners like mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car

They try to tap my phone, so I threw my celly out

And when I leave the crib mad, can somebody tell me why?

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me...

Suckers hate so they screw face

I'm high to def, no blue ray

I'm shy as hell no lupe

I'm bobby cox, I'm two brave

Ride around in my new shades

Clock two tres, for my crusade

All my bullets fly with tips, just like T, I do clay

I'm on the way to the UK

Niggas do say I'm the new Jay

I'm so polished, low mileage

I'm a Freshman, but I don't go to college

And I don't own a stylus

I was on the violet

When I'm on the pilot

Like a DVD, when I feed the streets

My songs is burnin like Eazy-E,

Now you mad cause your girl wanna be with me

And you know I'm a bang her like a Jeezy beat

I can see you hatin, you don't need to speak

You can have her back, I don't the freak

Before a little nigga even get a chance to reach his peak

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways

Them haters lookin at me...

They lookin...