[Verse 1 (part 1): E-40]
Ball cap fittin' my hat hella 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 a** 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**h
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**in' [?] 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** my Vogues
[Verse 3 (part 3): E-40]
Now that's some serious sh**, but on the fo' real though
Hoes see this type of sh** and go Thriller
b**hes always tryin' to get a n***a, 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***a sh**
When he got a hard dick
And it's obvious E, I'm lookin' for a b**h see
I run the hoes like water
E slaps a b**h, just like he's her father
I'm up in their daughters
E-40, come with the sh** a little harder
[Verse 2 (part 2): E-40]
Tore up a** b**h, turnin' tricks
Snitch, get out my motha f**in' mix
You didn't want me when I really didn't have sh**
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 dick smellin' breath ho
B ain't she, ancient though?
(Man that b**h 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** right? Got hella illegal sh** on you right?
*Uh huh*
Police pull you over and try to play you like mad though
What the f** 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**, we can't quit
Slightly exhausted from my motha f**in' 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***a that talked, he's a b**h
This is way too [?], just to let the sh** go
We're on a mission for a n***a with a tore-up a** 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 a** 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**h extra nervous
While he was full of lead, smokin' like a cli*oris
Oh yeah, he lacked, it was [?] to the back
Give me some dap, Jack, this ain't the average rap
His folks hella pissed '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** with n***as that really and truly just can't be f**ed with
This is The Click, gettin' sick wid it