E 40 Broccoli Lyrics

 Let's get Sick Wid It baby  
 Sick Wid it baby  yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah  
 Let'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  
 All I need is broccoli and a 40 oh to drink  
 Smokin that broccoli now  takes me out  
 Smokin that broccoli now  takes me out  
  
 [E 40]  
 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, ugh"  
 2-4-7, 3-6 DeVille  
 I pull out my dick and spell my name over the bitch  
 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-oh to drink  
 Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out  
 Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out  
  
 [E-40]  
 Smell me on this one, check it out  
 Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, 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 40 ounces was how I first got my figure  
 Then I graduated to straight hard liquor  
 So hah, let me take a swig of that Crown Royal  
 What you puttin on that blunt huh? Hash royal  
 My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco  
 on some marijuana farm down in St. Louis or Pittsbo'  
 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-oh to drink  
  
 [E-40]  
 Seein two's and three's  
 Highly intosticated 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 carbureator, 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 given times a day  
  
 I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink  
 All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh 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 



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