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Paul Wall - Sittin' Sidewayz lyrics
[Chorus 2X] Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze [Paul Wall talking] Swisha House, Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby [Paul Wall] It's the people's champ, I'm something like a baller The candy paint dripping off of the old school Impala I'm with that Big Bank Hank, that Poppi Joe and Box Trunk bump like chicken pox, turn the bass up just a notch You see them blades choppin', you see that trunk poppin' Ho's that diss me in the club, the same ho's in the parking lot boppin' They see me in the Jag, acting bad with T Ferris Open mouth and showcase ice, and you gon' see about 20 karats I'm what they do, you on 5-9 double O In the Tahoe on 24's, I'm the truth, I got that glow I'm out that Swisha House with Archie Lee and Couda Bang Sittin' sideways on swang, the candy paint dripping off the frame You see me acting bad, I'm showing out and pulling stunts Say cheese and show my fronts, it's more carrots/karats than Bugs Bunny's lunch It's Paul Wall baby, I got it made I got a cup full of that oil, and I'm paid plus I'm sittin' sideways [Chorus] [Paul Wall] What it do I'm on the block posted up like a mailbox Slanging licks on the grind, putting money in my socks A legend in the hood for gold grills and poppin' seals A icon on the mic for showcasing my verbal skills I'm in the club posted up with some gang bangers Still flipping the old school candy Cadillac on swangers I got a styrofoam white cup full of that drank Looking for that dank, my hustle game sharp as a shank Big bank take little bank, 84's and candy paint Trying to find some "Honey Love" my macking game is top rank These ho's peeping me, ill hustling on the side Eavesdropping my conversation, trying to figure which car I drive I'm on the scene strapped up like I was bungee jumping Hit the corner you hear me bumping Look at that cold grill and woman The trunks popped up, my music screwed and chopped I'm the undisputed king of the parking lot, I'm sittin' sideways [Chorus] [Big Pokey] Maybe O.J's, ho's be going crazy when they see me Sittin' sideways on them 24's Watch ya ho, watch ya money, watch ya clothes Single women's out the mold, glidin' like a ice skater Motor like a snot nose Suicide drop doors, mono blocks, chop mold Customized deck, cause the mono block stock lows Sensei, Don Key, Paul Wall in the place Heads up when you see us, we gon' put it in ya face ?? scoutin' together when I blaze Boys smell lemon haze, I ain't the nigga to settle I'm that dude with the metal, that get hot as a kettle From messing 'round with some cat that ain't got it together Flossing, breaking of the intersection, crossing Three-wheelin' acting a iz-ass on them Bosses S.U.C. in the door, M.O.B. on the place Pull up in the driveway leanin' and I'm sittin' (I'm sittin') [Chorus] Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze |
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