The Sideshow (feat. Too $hort & Mistah F.A.B.)

1: Too $hort] A yo Trax let me see what you got I don't rap if the beat don't knock 1 I need bass, make it fast, every girl in the place shaking ass Yea that's that bayshit Give it to her good, that pussy stay wet I know what you want bitch You hooked on slap, you want that funk shit Well holla at Traxamillion But don't fall in love and start catching feelings He won't love you back, why would he? Flipped her and had a sideshow in her pussy We don't stop doing donuts Nothing gon change when the police show up Burning rubber in the streets of Oakland (bitch!) What are you smoking? Go go go dumb at the sideshow, what are you smoking? Go go go dumb at the sideshow, Thizz! The sideshow, they wanna shut us down But we a'swang something on every corner in the town Police mad, the streets is wild 3 o'clock in the morning and the beats is loud Man, it don't stop, won't stop, never would Somebody gon swang something in every hood They profile with 'cuds and stangs Now a days niggas'll swang anything Boxes, Buicks, buckets and Chevys Driving hella fast like Mario Andretti A hundred down the block on the other side Only time they slow down when they ghost ride When they hop out the car, walk and steer And then thizz face like they sippin bitter beer The sideshow 2006, ain't nothing like it was when Richie Rich