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| E-40 The Element Of Surprise Broccoli *sung by otis & shug* 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 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-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 different 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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