Traxamillion - Sideshow - Mistah F.a.b., Too Short lyrics

ay yo trax let me see what you got. i don't rap the beat don't lie. i need base, make it fast, every girl in the play shakin' a** yea that's, that baysh**. give it to her good that p**y stay wet. i know what you want b**h. you look don't slap, you want that funk sh**. well holla at traxamillion, but don't fall in love and start catchin feeling, he won't love you back, why would he. he flipped during had a sidshow and p**y. we won't stop doing donuts, nothings gonna change when the police show up. burning rubber in the streets of oakland..b**h!! what are you smokin? chorus:go dumb, go dumb at the sideshow....what are you smokin? (x4) the sideshow, they wanna shut us down. while we swang something in every corner of the town police mad, the streets are wild. 3 o'clock in the morning and the beats is loud. man, it don't stop, don't stop. near wood somebody gonna swang something in every hood. they profound wit coolest things. now a days n***as would swang anything. boxes, buits, buckets of chevy's. driving hella fast like maury on dready. 100 down the block on the other side. only time they slow down when they ghost ride, when they hop out the car, walkin steer. and then thizz face. like they sippin bitter beer. the sideshow 2006, ain't nothing like it was when richie rich. chorus:go dumb, go dumb at the sideshow.... what are you smokin? (x4)