[Verse 1: E-40]

Ball cap fittin' my head hella tight

Strikin' on a Friday night

I'm at the stoplight, keyed as the Bucks

Sidin' in my step side truck

Yeah, I pop it, but now the man'll never know

'Cause I don't drive that hot ass 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

[B-Legit]

Players at work, hittin' the streets like a tank

Checkin' the runners (right) about the bank

I ain't Hank (ah, you talkin' 'bout Big Hank?)

And I don't sell crank to get rich

I'm just sidin' on a bitch

Might burn a little rubber at a stop sign (to the right, to the left)

A little sideshow for my homies on the corner

That's fine though, but I gotta go

'Cause my mothafuckin' pager's on the overflow

Smoke up the block and roll sideways

Made a left at the corner 'cause it was hoes at Kwik Ways

They was sprung on my Old's

And now, guess batches wanna fuck my Vogues

[E-40]

Now that's some serious shit, but on the fo' real though

Hoes see this type of shit and go Thriller

Bitches always tryin' to get a nigga 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: B-Legit]

I'm rollin' solo, full of the indo

Lookin' for a ho, though

'Cause you know, you can't tell a nigga shit

When he got a hard dick

And it's obvious E, I'm lookin' for a bitch see

I run the hoes like water

E slap the bitch just like he's her father

I'm up in their daughters

E-40, come with the shit a little harder

[E-40]

Tore-up-ass bitch, turnin' tricks

Snitch, get out my mothafuckin' mix

You didn't want me when I really didn't have shit

What made you change your mind? My Camaro with the kit?

I figured, now I'm 'bout to slap you in the ear

Almost tripped '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 bitch is a freak show)

[Chorus: E-40]

Let's side, let's side

Let's side, let's side

[B-Legit & (E-40)]

Alright E check this out

(What's happenin'?)

You rollin' and shit right? Got hella illegal shit on you right?

(Uh huh)

And the police pull you over and try to play you like mad though

What the fuck you gonna do?

[Verse 3: E-40]

I'ma jet off like I'm runnin' from a pit

Hoppin' over barbed wire fences, puddles and the whole bit

Finna time to get lit, me and The Click

Drinkin' this wild shit, we can't quit

Slightly exhausted from my mothafuckin' journey

If they would've caught me I would've called my attorney

Out the next minute with the hurry-up-ness

But yeah, I'm lookin' for the nigga that talked, he's a bitch

This is way too serious, just to let the shit go

We're on a mission for a nigga with a tore-up-ass afro

[Chorus: E-40]

Let's side, let's side

Let's side, let's side

[Verse 4: B-Legit]

We got juice, seen his ass at the phone booth

He was way outta pocket like he was funk proof

Raided his ass like a task, I had a mask

(The funk is on) I let my gat blast

[E-40]

Partner dropped the phone and had his bitch extra nervous

While he was full of lead, smokin' like a clitoris

No gat, he lacked, it was hollows 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 our tip, 'cause he was next on the list

That goes to show you

Don't fuck with niggas that really and truly just can't be fucked with

This is The Click, gettin' sick wid it