Lupe Fiasco - Sittin' Sideways (Remix) lyrics

Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze On a Sunday night I might bring me some haze [Verse 1 Lupe Fiasco:] I tilt mine to the left, it's just the westside of him Don't ride nothing but know plenty people, peoples that ride something Decided cousin, I should describe the lives of him Some wise, drive Chevy's with gold Dayton's in the tires of 'em But first let me tell you where son grown Grew up 'round GD, CVL's, Black Souls and Unknowns Hanging hat, banging sacks, slanging with guns on Forced to drop the forks or you gotta run home Or you gotta run anyway after you drop the folks Cause they was really folks looking for somebody to jump on Wars, lords shoot up all the corners they hung on Hear the squeezing ring for my region brother to come home Violations, laws, lessons, sessions and mandates Picnic collections, lit sign throwing the handshakes That's why I stay, drop eyes where I play GDN in they fades wear the 150 sittin' sideways [Hook: x2] Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze On a Sunday night I might bring me some haze [Jay-Z:] You know the boy slam Bentley doors I been riding Lexus since '94 Before I had a deal I was on a world tour In a town near you showed up with raw Fast forward a couple years I growed up some more Closed up the store, sewed up the floor Rose up the charts, sold up with the 4 Sold 5, sold 6, sold 30 more Yo I'm a kilo in the game like I was before My life repeating like words in the corridor (Hello, hello, hello, hello) Before I open the door you let me know if you are close kinfolk with the law If not let's further explore Same sh** different toilet, yeah, I know you heard it before I was the youngest of four, pop couldn't take it no more Stayed together for the kids they couldn't fake it no more Left me naked in the streets I had to take me a course Not only made me a man, it made me a boss The world chico, maybe it's yours Maybe it's your time to die, get so hardcore Just be a man of your word, you got your word and your balls Before you act on a word please consider the source Please remember to floss, anyday could be yours d**h don't discriminate; eliminates all [Verse 2 Lupe Fiasco:] I seen 'em brawl for it, write on the wall for it Get kicked out the mall for it, run from the law for it See things they should've never saw for it Long as it's all well, almighty, alrighty, they all for it, uh BlackHawk fitted, get hit in the jaw for it Blue and Black Jordan sportin' might get you applause for it Peace treaty for like a week if Chief and them call for it A hundred and fifty deep in the streets saying ya'll broke it But what started that was a shorty walking down the ave in a Starter cap Pop said he ain't want me having no part of that Those happenings with the hats and things Moved me out south now all my homies is Latin Kings Teaching me spanish, Lowrider magazines Black and gold bandanas, tagging crowns up on the scene That was the age, kinda how Lupe was made Homies from Paxtown to Terror, New Era sittin sideways [Hook: x2] Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze On a Sunday night I might bring me some haze [Lupe Fiasco:] Uh, See from youth, I wasn't a stranger Pops schooled him to the El-Rukn's plus the P Stone Rangers And as I grew up knew most of what had been threw up Disciples loved the Geto Boys cause they was talking to Hoover Time versus life is all a process Drive-by's, gang fights and lockdowns had us scared of the projects Couple Arab Knights and solid 4's I knew, thought that the Moes was cool They said salaam alaikum too Told my out of town friends to take off they hat That they couldn't wear that, in the places that I was taking them to My homies was breaking in, so I was breaking in too If they started chasing them then they was chasing me too Probably all got cousins, brothers, sisters and loved ones That probably died for nothing, or shaken up or something To the mother's that paid, to my homies in the grave Keep a glitterd 150 in your memory homie sittin sideways [Hook:] Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze On a Sunday night I might bring me some haze