Authentik style - Princess Anies

(Hurry, hurry, step right up

And see the side show in town

For only 50 cents)

Wait, wait, cut this shit, man

This ain’t no muthafuckin' side show

Rich, kick the side show

(*DJ Daryl cuts up*)

(Make it funky)

It’s a Saturday night, my girl’s actin' real shitty

Due to the fact I just left Campbell City

Straight lace Zeniths and vogues all on point

On my way to the Town to get a doja joint

Pushed it to the 7 to get some dank

Hit the liquor store to cold get drank

Now I got my doja, sippin' on Nitro

Peace playboy, I’m on my way to the side show

Down Bancroft, to the light

Let me warm it up, I hit a donut tight

There’s a Chevy on my side, windows straight tinted

I think he got hype when he saw me spin it

I’m up outta there, sideways to the next life

Vogues kinda smokin' but Zeniths still tight

I’m at the side show, parlayin' and playin'

Music on hit, head straight swayin'

To the sounds of the 415 and the Locster

Girlie on the corner on jock, so I approached her

Spoke real smooth and said, «Hey, what’s happenin'?»

She said, «Dubble-R, is that you rappin'?»

I said, «Ah nah, baby, that ain’t me

You listen to the sounds of the L-o-c

The same clique, the 415, we make paper

But back up, bitch, I can see you got the vapors»

A lazy, towed up, tore down ho

She’s lookin' for some dick at the side show

You know what I’m sayin?

In Oakland, California, every Saturday night, brothers be ridin'

Straight lace Zeniths, rag tops, buckets, high performance

We really don’t be trippin', you know what I’m sayin?

But now it’s like this

Police came through, but now they’re gone

In other words, the side show’s on

Troy’s in a Maxima straight up lit

Short’s comin' through in a Benz with a kit

Oakland’s movin' somethin', and that’s real

Bruce from the Deuce comin' through in a 'Ville

This is a side show, boy, we don’t fake it

Police come through on a fluke and try to break it

Up like that with a riot hat

You’re gonna need more than a billy club and a gat

To stop the side show, officer, just think

Maybe you should come and hit the spot with a tank

'Cause the brothers from the O are gonna keep on ridin'

Yo can hit a tight one, straight sidin'

See, we ain’t really trippin' off jail or the tickets

A brother wants to post, make mail and kick it

Now listen, this is the code to the show

For the people out there who just don’t know

If your shit is hella clean, then bring it

If it’s high performance, then swing it

If it’s a motorcycle, you better serve it

And if you get a ticket, you better deserve it

As long as you can say, «Man, I let 'em know»

Then peace, you did it at the side show

It’s a everyday thing

Every Saturday night brothers be tearin' up cars

Brothers be comin' through swingin' 'em

I don’t know what’s goin' on, I’m juiced

I’m in the Town, I strikes through

I see bitches, corner to corner, block to block

You know, basically it’s just (funky)

Corner to corner, block to block

Flock Zeuses and EV’s that knock

Gold-diggin' bitches in the City of O

Lookin' for a nigga with a cash flow

That’s the type of shit that gets 'em off

Material shit, at the side show, boss

Brothers get started, and man, don’t quit

Kiki’s on a ninja about to tear up shit

It’s about 2 o’clock and the show’s still goin'

Bitches all at the gas station hoein'

A nigga like me never ever spends cash on hoes

Nah, I need a new set of vogues

Candy paint will make a bitch peep

But she’ll never get a muthafuckin' dime out of me

Peace to everybody in the O that I know

Dubble-R get with you at the side show

Believe that

'Cause it’s real

This one goes out to my DJ Daryl-Ski

My homeboy L-o-c

And of course the Jigga, the Jed