High Sidin' - N2Deep

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

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

(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

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

(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

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

(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

(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