Song Lyrics : Broccoli lyrics.
Artist : E-40.
sung*by Otis & Shug 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-oz 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", 24-7
3 sixty fin I
pull out my dick and spell my name in my piss 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-oz 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 malt liquor So
hah let, me take a swig of that Crown Royal What
you puttin on that blunt huh Hash? oil My
Panamanian saha from south San Francisco On
some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo 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-oz 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 different times a day I
don't need no doctor I, don't need no shrink All
I need is broccoli and a 40-oz 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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