[Spoken]
I did this in the memory of a couple of my homies
Couple of your homies
Um, not acknowledging or glorifying any type of violence or any type of thing like that
Peace

[Hook]
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Yeah! Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, yeah)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (South side, west side—yeah, yeah, y-yeah, yeah)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (North side, ugh, Madison Street, yeah, yeah, y-yeah, yeah, east side)
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze (Westside, haha, yeah!)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (This one goes out)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (To the mothers, mothers)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Who lost sons who was just tryna gain family)
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze (R.I.P. Ram, Kato, Frank Nitty, ugh, yeah, woo)

[Verse 1]
I tips my to the left, it's just the Westside of him
Don't ride nothing, but know plenty people—peoples that ride something
Decided, cousin, I should describe the lives of 'em
Some wives drive Chevys with gold Daytons in the tires of 'em (Hmm)
But first, let me tell you where son grown
Grew up 'round GDs, CVLs, Black Souls, and Unknowns
Hangin', hat-bangin', sack-slangin' with guns on
Forced to drop a Folks or you gotta run home
Or you gotta run anyway after you drop the Folks
Because they was really Folks looking for somebody to jump on
Wars, Lords shoot up all the corners they hung on
Hear the squeezin', ring for my region brother to come home
Violations, laws, lessons, sessions, and mandates
Picnic collections lit, sign throwing and handshakes
That's where I stayed, drive-bys where I played
"GDN" in they fades, with a one-fifty, sittin' sideways

[Hook]
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze (Yessir, yessir)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Ha)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Yessir, yessir)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Lupe)
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze (Yeah, yeah, ugh)

[Verse 2]
I seen 'em brawl for it, write on the wall for it
Get kicked out the mall for it, run from the law for it
See things they should've never saw for it
'Long as it's all well, almighty, all-righty, they all for it, ugh (Woo)
Blackhawk fitted, get hit in the jaw for it
Blue-and-black Jordan-sportin', might get you applause for it
Peace treaty for, like, a week if Chief and them called for it
A hundred and fifty deep in your street, saying, "Y'all broke it"
But what started that was a shawty walking down the ave' in a starter cap
Pops said he ain't want me having no part of that—those happenings with the hats and things
Moved me out south— now, all my homies is Latin Kings
Teaching me Spanish, Lowrider Magazines
Black-and-gold bandannas, taggin' crowns up on the scene (Woo)
That was the age, kinda how Lupe was made
Homies from Paxtown to Terror, New Era sittin' sideways

[Hook]
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Woo)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze (Yessir, yessir)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Ha, how Chi-Town is that?)
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Yessir, yessir, Lupe)
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze (C'mon, ugh)

[Verse 3]
See, from youth, I wasn't a stranger
Pops schooled 'em to the El Rukns, plus the P. Stone Rangers
And as I grew up, knew most of what happened threw up
Disciples loved the Geto Boys 'cause they was talkin' to Hoover
Time versus life—it's all a process
Drive-bys, gang fights, and lockowns had us scared of the projects
Couple Arab Knights and solid Fours I knew thought that them Moes was cool—they said, "Salaam-alaikum," too
Told my out-of-town friends to take off they hat
That they couldn't wear that in the places I was taking them to (True)
My homies was breakin' it, so I was breakin' it, too (True)
If they started chasin' them, then they was chasin' me, too (True, woo)
Probably all got cousins, brothers, sisters, and loved ones
That probably died for nothin' on shakin'-up or somethin'
To the mothers that paid, to my homies in the grave
Keep a glittered one-fifty in your memory, homie, sittin' sideways

[Hook]
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze
Sittin' sideways, paused in a daze (Yessir, yessir)
On a Sunday night, I might bang me some Maze