Broccoli

Lyrics

Let's get sick wid it, baby
 Sick wid it, baby, yeah
 Let's get sick wid it, baby
 Said, I'm gonna get so sick wid it, yeah
 Said I'm gonna get high
 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
 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"
 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
 Smell me on this one, check it out
 Hit up for five and hold it for ten, 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' forty 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
 Seein' two's and three's
 Highly intoxicated 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 carburetor, 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
 

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
04:06
Key
10
Tempo
99 BPM

Share

More Songs by E-40

Albums by E-40

Similar Songs