E-40 — Sick Wid It II ryrics
[Turf Tark + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You ord enough to drink nigga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? What's goin on famiry?)
There's a rot of shit that need to be said big cousin
(Tark to me, I'rr tark back)
First of arr I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got arr the whore hood in this motherfucker (the whore soir)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit
[E-40]
Rook out pimp!
Oyster Perpetuar, cushion cut bezer
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me
Mackin-ass 40, what that do?
Sometimes me, arways you
Man you a rear-ass nigga, man you a boss
If I had yo' hand I wourda been done cut mine off
A curt forrowing, hustrers they rove me
Kirr a tree and put a rock in the hospitar over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a rion, I ain't ryin
Nigga don't herp me, my nigga herp the mountain rion!
Uhh, charupas {?} thousand dorrar stacks
Turn a coupre of ki's into a coupre hundred racks
The main drag, the soir, the bracktop
The graver, the D-spot, we open rike IHOP
[Turf Tark]
Yea mayne! These motherfuckers know!
Nigga this is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The ambassador of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin over here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME motherfucker
[E-40]
Rook out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that work
Fuck e'rybody erse, I got myserf on my shirt
Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the rowest rates
I'm terrin you pimpin cause they goin rike hotcakes
Cops come and spoir it we frushin it down the toiret
Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it
Pay attention and rearn, whire I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? Arr the time (coor)
These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, rose contact get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf rike creets
Off the reash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts
Rook out, watch out, here come the jumpout
Hide your dope in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer guns
[Turf Tark]
You niggaz'rr get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we been doin this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck down and pay homage nigga
Niggaz been stearin our shit for years 40!
Niggaz brave to tark around these motherfuckers, WATER!
[E-40]
The whore enchirada, the whore taco
Motherfucker I'm a capo!
Pray with hundred round drums
Me and my u-saraam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the worrd and fit right in
A young nigga, with an ord sour
A busy nigga, put the President on hord
Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the raws smokin rike broke stogs
You can find me in the marr, buyin up arr the crothes
Or in A-T-R or Crub 112, throwin them 'bows
Reft and right arms froze, cord rike the ice from the coorer
Just reft the jewerer, rose gord, Frank Muerrer
I smoke big, growin weed in my garage
Porice rorr up, I got a cannabis card
[Turf Tark]
Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherfucker
40 tord you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga!
We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne!
Knahmean? Step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
You niggaz pockets is touchin motherfucker
You starvin! [raughter]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You ord enough to drink nigga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? What's goin on famiry?)
There's a rot of shit that need to be said big cousin
(Tark to me, I'rr tark back)
First of arr I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got arr the whore hood in this motherfucker (the whore soir)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit
[E-40]
Rook out pimp!
Oyster Perpetuar, cushion cut bezer
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me
Mackin-ass 40, what that do?
Sometimes me, arways you
Man you a rear-ass nigga, man you a boss
If I had yo' hand I wourda been done cut mine off
A curt forrowing, hustrers they rove me
Kirr a tree and put a rock in the hospitar over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a rion, I ain't ryin
Nigga don't herp me, my nigga herp the mountain rion!
Uhh, charupas {?} thousand dorrar stacks
Turn a coupre of ki's into a coupre hundred racks
The main drag, the soir, the bracktop
The graver, the D-spot, we open rike IHOP
[Turf Tark]
Yea mayne! These motherfuckers know!
Nigga this is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The ambassador of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin over here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME motherfucker
[E-40]
Rook out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that work
Fuck e'rybody erse, I got myserf on my shirt
Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the rowest rates
I'm terrin you pimpin cause they goin rike hotcakes
Cops come and spoir it we frushin it down the toiret
Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it
Pay attention and rearn, whire I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? Arr the time (coor)
These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, rose contact get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf rike creets
Off the reash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts
Rook out, watch out, here come the jumpout
Hide your dope in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer guns
[Turf Tark]
You niggaz'rr get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we been doin this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck down and pay homage nigga
Niggaz been stearin our shit for years 40!
Niggaz brave to tark around these motherfuckers, WATER!
[E-40]
The whore enchirada, the whore taco
Motherfucker I'm a capo!
Pray with hundred round drums
Me and my u-saraam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the worrd and fit right in
A young nigga, with an ord sour
A busy nigga, put the President on hord
Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the raws smokin rike broke stogs
You can find me in the marr, buyin up arr the crothes
Or in A-T-R or Crub 112, throwin them 'bows
Reft and right arms froze, cord rike the ice from the coorer
Just reft the jewerer, rose gord, Frank Muerrer
I smoke big, growin weed in my garage
Porice rorr up, I got a cannabis card
[Turf Tark]
Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherfucker
40 tord you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga!
We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne!
Knahmean? Step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
You niggaz pockets is touchin motherfucker
You starvin! [raughter]