E-40

E-40 - Broccoli songtekst

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Let's get Sick Wid It baby
 Sick Wid it baby  yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
 Let's get Sick Wid It baby
 Said I'm gonna get so Sick Wid It  yeah
 Said I'm gonna get highhhhh

 I don't need no doctor  I don't need no shrink
 All I need is broccoli and a 40 oh to drink
 Smokin that broccoli now  takes me out
 Smokin that broccoli now  takes me out

 [E 40]
 While I was bullshittin
 bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
 Talin bout, "Who the fuck you been doin it to?
 Comin home always smellin like tuna fish and brew"
 I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin face,
 I'ma slap you real tough-like
 and I can almost rest assure you
 that it ain't gon' be no pretty sight, ugh"
 2-4-7, 3-6 DeVille
 I pull out my dick and spell my name over the bitch
 Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin?
 That there shit across the street? That ugly ass gremlin?
 Buy some sticky, you got the pillow
 Here go some Black'n'Mild style, split it down the middle
 What's that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white widow
 I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass
 up in the hospital, check it out

 I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
 All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
 Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
 Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out

 [E-40]
 Smell me on this one, check it out
 Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, I'm true lung
 Let's see who got the most wind, get em sprung
 Make em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb
 From juice and Seagram's Gin
 Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin, drinkin Moet shit
 I'm from the block
 Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and Aftershock
 ?Boom square wide country?, Wild Irish Rose
 Smugglin Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots
 Drinkin 40 ounces was how I first got my figure
 Then I graduated to straight hard liquor
 So hah, let me take a swig of that Crown Royal
 What you puttin on that blunt huh? Hash royal
 My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
 on some marijuana farm down in St. Louis or Pittsbo'
 Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep?
 Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin?? my life nigga, shit!

 Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
 Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
 I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
 All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink

 [E-40]
 Seein two's and three's
 Highly intosticated while I'm slidin on a brim
 Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Range Pimpin
 L-R-P sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up H-O-E's
 Disease-infested back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh
 Give a damn, make that 2-8-9, think I had a V8
 Highly carbureator, four-barrel engine scram
 Get gas, go in sideways, figured up like a philly
 Ready, get that motherfucker hop up away
 Everybody got the munchies and they ain't tryin ta miss
 We ride around the corner, nigga there go Emmitt Smith
 Webulation! Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin out
 Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the house
 The rules and regulations of the game up in the Yay
 Just slap a bitch silly if she gets off in my way
 She's open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
 Three or four different bitches, five or six given times a day

 I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
 All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
 Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
 Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out

 Let's get Sick Wid It baby
 Let's get Sick Wid it baby
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Auteur: Larry Blackmon, Anthony Banks (3)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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