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*sung by otis & shug* |
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Let's get sick wid it baby |
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Sick wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah |
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Let's get sick wid it baby |
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Said i'm gonna get so sick wid it, yeah |
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Said i'm gonna get highhhhh |
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I don't need no doctor, i don't need no shrink |
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All i need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink |
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out |
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out |
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[e-40] |
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While i was bullshittin, |
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Bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe |
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Talin bout, "who the **** you been doin it to? |
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Comin home always smellin like tuna fish and brew" |
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I said "bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin face, |
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I'ma slap you real tough-like |
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And i can almost rest assure you |
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That it ain't gon' be no pretty sight, ugh" |
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2-4-7, 3-6 deville |
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I pull out my dick and spell my name over the bitch |
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Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin? |
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That there shit across the street? that ugly ass gremlin? |
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Buy some sticky, you got the pillow |
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Here go some black'n'mild style, split it down the middle |
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What's that? that oakland crip? nah it's that white widow |
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I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass |
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Up in the hospital, check it out |
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I don't need no doctor, i don't need no shrink |
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All i need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink |
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out |
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out |
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[e-40] |
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Smell me on this one, check it out |
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Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, i'm true lung |
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Let's see who got the most wind, get em sprung |
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Make em wanna come back and spend, afghani bomb |
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From juice and seagram's gin |
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**** all of that cristal-poppin, drinkin moet shit |
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I'm from the block |
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Wheaties, thunderbird, gorilla milk and aftershock |
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?boom square wide country?, wild irish rose |
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Smugglin hennessey and scotch, jagermeister and tequila shots |
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Drinkin 40 ounces was how i first got my figure |
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Then i graduated to straight hard liquor |
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So hah, let me take a swig of that crown royal |
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What you puttin on that blunt huh? hash oil |
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My panamanian saha from south san francisco |
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On some marijuana farm down in san luis obisbo |
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Wake yo' ass up charlie hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep? |
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Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin?? my life nigga, shit! |
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out |
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out |
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I don't need no doctor, i don't need no shrink |
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All i need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink |
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[e-40] |
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Seein two's and three's |
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Highly intosticated while i'm slidin on a brim |
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Set of z's and v's, spit long range pimpin |
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L-r-p sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up h-o-e's |
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Disease-infested back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh |
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Give a damn, make that 2-8-9, think i had a v8 |
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Highly carbureator, four-barrel engine scram |
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Get gas, go in sideways, figured up like a philly |
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Ready, get that mother****er hop up away |
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Everybody got the munchies and they ain't tryin ta miss |
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We ride around the corner, nigga there go emmitt smith |
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Webulation! bust a u-ey folker, oh as i'm hoppin out |
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Damn that's my beeper, i got dinner at the house |
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The rules and regulations of the game up in the yay |
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Just slap a bitch silly if she gets off in my way |
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She's open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay |
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Three or four different bitches, five or six different times a day |
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I don't need no doctor, i don't need no shrink |
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All i need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink |
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out |
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out |
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Let's get sick wid it baby |
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Let's get sick wid it baby |
