High Sidin’

[Intro]
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7

[Verse 1]
Now it's hot, blazin', I'm on fire
It's 100 degrees man I wanna retire
But I can't, 'cause fools depend on me
I'm (JT, from the V)
So I keep comin' dope as yayo
How many records do you think I will sell?
Man, I don't know, I don't care
'Cause my partners got bank and I know that they share
So even when I'm down, man you know I'm still up
Get my car washed every time that I fill up
Candy paint shinin', leather [?] on hit
They say ya don't stop (So partner, don't quit)
Man I wanna get lit, and can't nobody stop me
[?] was open so I think I'm gonna cop me
A couple of old thangs to hang from my lip
I'm sittin' shotgun, so partner don't trip
'Cause yo we just

[Chorus]
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7

[Verse 2]
Now let's ride, outside, put your foot on the floor
We're in a little red '64
Playin' nothin' but Motown oldies
(Let me see) How many ways can I fold these?
Hundred dollar bills, 50 dollar sacks
32 ounces, 24 tracks
Man [?] back and we all up on ya
(Where you from?) Vallejo California
Comin' with the stuff you love to play
TL is on his way
He's got his save the day
And I got my Tanqueray
We just

[Chorus]
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7

[Verse 3]
Slide, slide, slippity-slide
Man I hope I have to never get a 9-to-5
So I strive to get my grip
Dip into my sack when I wanna take a trip (Right)
[?] to the side to regain my composure
TL comin' through with a Ziploc of dossier
[?] on the spot where everybody knows ya
See my homie [?] and ask him "Hey, I don't suppose ya?
Got a pack of Zags, can I get a leaf?"
It's almost time to blaze so I better make it brief
Good grief, there's way too many lungs
And pass the dutchie ain't the song to be sung
So I think we better mash, make a mad dash
One foot on the brake, one foot on the gas
Throw the yack if you pass the J my way
I'm a show you why they call it a highway
And keep

[Chorus]
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7

[Outro]
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
(Slip slidin', high sidin' around!)
In the 7-0-7

In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town
In the 7-0-7 bro, you know the V-Town