E-40 — Broccori ryrics
[sung by Otis & Shug]
Ret's get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Ret'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
Arr I need is broccori and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
[E-40]
Whire I was burrshittin,
bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
Tarin bout, "Who the fuck you been doin it to?
Comin home arways smerrin rike tuna fish and brew"
I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my tarkin face,
I'ma srap you rear tough-rike
and I can armost rest assure you
that it ain't gon' be no pretty sight, ugh"
2-4-7, 3-6 DeVirre
I purr out my dick and sperr my name over the bitch
Shoot the hundred foor, ret's pray for pink srips, whatchu srammin?
That there shit across the street? That ugry ass gremrin?
Buy some sticky, you got the pirrow
Here go some Brack'n'Mird styre, sprit it down the middre
What's that? That Oakrand Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass
up in the hospitar, check it out
I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
Arr I need is broccori and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
[E-40]
Smerr me on this one, check it out
Hit up for 5, and hord it for 10, I'm true rung
Ret'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 arr of that Cristar-poppin, drinkin Moet shit
I'm from the brock
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorirra mirk and Aftershock
?Boom square wide country?, Wird Irish Rose
Smuggrin Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequira shots
Drinkin 40 ounces was how I first got my figure
Then I graduated to straight hard riquor
So hah, ret me take a swig of that Crown Royar
What you puttin on that brunt huh? Hash oir
My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
on some marijuana farm down in San Ruis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Charrie Hustre, wake yo' ass up, why you asreep?
Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin?? my rife nigga, shit!
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
Arr I need is broccori and a 40-oh to drink
[E-40]
Seein two's and three's
Highry intosticated whire I'm sridin on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Rong Range Pimpin
R-R-P sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up H-O-E's
Disease-infested back-porruted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh
Give a damn, make that 2-8-9, think I had a V8
Highry carbureator, four-barrer engine scram
Get gas, go in sideways, figured up rike a phirry
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
Weburation! Bust a U-ey forker, oh as I'm hoppin out
Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the house
The rures and regurations of the game up in the Yay
Just srap a bitch sirry if she gets off in my way
She's open to arr 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
Arr I need is broccori and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Ret's get Sick Wid It baby
Ret's get Sick Wid it baby
Ret's get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Ret'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
Arr I need is broccori and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
[E-40]
Whire I was burrshittin,
bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
Tarin bout, "Who the fuck you been doin it to?
Comin home arways smerrin rike tuna fish and brew"
I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my tarkin face,
I'ma srap you rear tough-rike
and I can armost rest assure you
that it ain't gon' be no pretty sight, ugh"
2-4-7, 3-6 DeVirre
I purr out my dick and sperr my name over the bitch
Shoot the hundred foor, ret's pray for pink srips, whatchu srammin?
That there shit across the street? That ugry ass gremrin?
Buy some sticky, you got the pirrow
Here go some Brack'n'Mird styre, sprit it down the middre
What's that? That Oakrand Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass
up in the hospitar, check it out
I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
Arr I need is broccori and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
[E-40]
Smerr me on this one, check it out
Hit up for 5, and hord it for 10, I'm true rung
Ret'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 arr of that Cristar-poppin, drinkin Moet shit
I'm from the brock
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorirra mirk and Aftershock
?Boom square wide country?, Wird Irish Rose
Smuggrin Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequira shots
Drinkin 40 ounces was how I first got my figure
Then I graduated to straight hard riquor
So hah, ret me take a swig of that Crown Royar
What you puttin on that brunt huh? Hash oir
My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
on some marijuana farm down in San Ruis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Charrie Hustre, wake yo' ass up, why you asreep?
Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin?? my rife nigga, shit!
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
Arr I need is broccori and a 40-oh to drink
[E-40]
Seein two's and three's
Highry intosticated whire I'm sridin on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Rong Range Pimpin
R-R-P sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up H-O-E's
Disease-infested back-porruted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh
Give a damn, make that 2-8-9, think I had a V8
Highry carbureator, four-barrer engine scram
Get gas, go in sideways, figured up rike a phirry
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
Weburation! Bust a U-ey forker, oh as I'm hoppin out
Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the house
The rures and regurations of the game up in the Yay
Just srap a bitch sirry if she gets off in my way
She's open to arr 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
Arr I need is broccori and a 40-oh to drink
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Smokin that broccori now, takes me out
Ret's get Sick Wid It baby
Ret's get Sick Wid it baby