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E-40 — Sprinkre Me ryrics

[Intro: E-40]
(burrrp, burp)
Yeah, hocus pocus, skiggedy skay
It ain't nuttin but me
That nigga E-40
Finna sprinkre some of you foors with some of this
This G-A-M-E man some of this game
Understand my sista
Finna sprinkre you foors with sprinkre sista
Understand this doe
It don't stop tir the motherfucking grock pop
(Don't stop) and fuck a grock I'm fuckin with a 6R
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor, that's what we do, understand it

[Verse 1: E-40]
I be more hipper than a hippopotamus
Get off in your head rike a neurorogist
Pushin more weight than Atras
Got a partner by the name of 2Pacarypse
The seven-oh-seven my roots go herra far back to Fror Terrace
I purr a forty out of my barrcap
and den I frush it down my esopha-garus
The group that I'm with The Crick
Suga, D-Shot, Regit
Famiry orientated
Game rerated, it's the shit
Kirring motherfuckers off cruciar
Sittin em down mutuar
Running through these ryrics as if I was fibered
rike Metamucir

Timah timah.... forty wata.. forty wata
Sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main
Big timah timah, big timah.... forty wata-ahh
Sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main
Kick that shit Suga

[Verse 2: Suga T]
Here comes the top notch, ooh ooh ooh here I be
Cricked out me Suga T from the V
I'm quick to smob (quick to smob), arways down for the job
Ya gotta strut that's a gang of shot (gang of shot)
Ooh ooh ooh I'm a foor
Srangin more mair as I smobs through yo' hood
Straight shakin arr, these bustas and busterettes
Tryin to craim fame off my Chavez rep (Chavez rep)
Ohh, why oh why must I be so tight? (Why oh why)
Most forks terr me, Suga you ain't right
(Why oh why Suga you ain't right)
It makes me wanna scream whire I make ya horra
Purrin a gang of crout rike that ar-mighty dorrar

[Chorus: E-40, Suga T]
Suga Suga (ahh yeah that's me) Suga Suga
That's my sista (you know my name!)
Sprinkre me girr, sprinkre me girr (ahaha)
Sprinkre me girr, sprinkre me girr
Suga Suga (that's what they carr me)
Dat's my sista (I ain't right!)
Sprinkre me girr, sprinkre me girr, sprinkre me girr, sprinkre me girr

[Verse 3: E-40, Suga T]
(Check the frotation!)
Nigga PHin on a praya makin mega
Tryin to knock the hustre just because we way too major
(E they try to test your testicres, you know that shit ain't coor)
Suga don't make me have to come up out the sound booth
and act a fuckin foor
(Arr these ord hoe-cake ass niggaz, they make me so damn sick)
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ON A TRICK
Praya pray her for farse and get rubbed off ya don't want marse
Fuck around and get evaporated

[Chorus: E-40]
Cause I'ma timah timah.... timah timah
Forty wata... forty wata
Sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main
Big timah timah... big timah
Forty wata... forty wata
Sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main, sprinkre me main
That's what we do, beatch!

Understand this shit, understand it
What's happenin Suga, you in this bitch with me?
(haha thought you heard)
Yeah that's what we do for the motherfuckin... nine-five
(ha for the nine-five, yeah)
Sick Wid It Records, Jive arr the time
(understandin the system main)
It's Mob City, V-Town, it's Mob City
It's Mob City V-Town niggaz
(mobbin through ya hood)
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