E-40 Sick Wid It Ii Lyrics

Sick Wid It Ii Lyrics

[Turf Talk + (E-40)]

Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?

Ay, ay
Droop-E, Droop-E! You old 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 family?)

There's a lot of shit that need to be
said big cousin

(Talk to me, I'll talk back)

First of all I'ma
start by just sayin we can't be fucked with

And you know it!!!
(Ooooh)

Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker (the whole soil)

Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit



[E-40]

Look
out pimp!

Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel

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, always you

Man you a
real-ass nigga, man you a boss

If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut
mine off

A cult following, hustlers they love me

Kill a tree and
put a rock in the hospital over me

If you see me up in the mountains with
a lion, I ain't lyin

Nigga don't help me, my nigga help the mountain
lion!

Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar stacks

Turn a couple of
ki's into a couple hundred racks

The main drag, the soil, the
blacktop

The gravel, the D-spot, we open like IHOP



[Turf
Talk]

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]

Look out pimp!

Hit me on my chirp, I got that work

Fuck e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt

Better hurry up and come
and get 'em we got the lowest rates

I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin
like hotcakes

Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet

Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it

Pay attention and
learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind

Fifteen five? All the time
(cool)

These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks

Then they,
lose contact get out of touch

With the, with the streets, we stick to the
turf like cleets

Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts

Look
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 Talk]

You
niggaz'll 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 stealin our shit for years 40!

Niggaz
brave to talk around these motherfuckers, WATER!



[E-40]

The
whole enchilada, the whole taco

Motherfucker I'm a capo!

Play with
hundred round drums

Me and my u-salaam(?)

A stingy nigga, watch
every penny that I spend

Go to any hood in the world and fit right in

A young nigga, with an old soul

A busy nigga, put the President on
hold

Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes

Got the inside of the laws smokin
like broke stogs

You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the
clothes

Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them 'bows

Left and right
arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler

Just left the jeweler, rose
gold, Frank Mueller

I smoke big, growin weed in my garage

Police
roll up, I got a cannabis card



[Turf Talk]

Wait wait wait!
Money.. power and respect motherfucker

40 told 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! [laughter]