E-40 - Broccoli Lyrics
*sung by otis & shug*Lets get sick wid it babySick wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahahLets get sick wid it babySaid Im gonna get so sick wid it, yeahSaid Im gonna get highhhhhI dont need no doctor, I dont need no shrinkAll I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drinkSmokin that broccoli now, takes me outSmokin that broccoli now, takes me out[e-40]While I was bullshittin,***** tried to hit me upside the head with her shoeTalin bout, who the ***** you been doin it to?Comin home always smellin like tuna fish and brewI said *****, if you dont get up outta my talkin face,Ima slap you real tough-likeAnd I can almost rest assure youThat it aint gon be no pretty sight, ugh2-4-7, 3-6 devilleI pull out my dick and spell my name over the *****Shoot the hundred fool, lets play for pink slips, whatchu slammin?That there shit across the street? that ugly ass gremlin?Buy some sticky, you got the pillowHere go some blacknmild style, split it down the middleWhats that? that oakland crip? nah its that white widowI was about to say cause theyd botha have your assUp in the hospital, check it outI dont need no doctor, I dont need no shrinkAll I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drinkSmokin that broccoli now, takes me outSmokin that broccoli now, takes me out[e-40]Smell me on this one, check it outHit up for 5, and hold it for 10, Im true lungLets see who got the most wind, get em sprungMake em wanna come back and spend, afghani bombFrom juice and seagrams gin***** all of that cristal-poppin, drinkin moet shitIm from the blockWheaties, thunderbird, gorilla milk and aftershock? boom square wide country? , wild irish roseSmugglin hennessey and scotch, jagermeister and tequila shotsDrinkin 40 ounces was how I first got my figureThen I graduated to straight hard liquorSo hah, let me take a swig of that crown royalWhat you puttin on that blunt huh? hash oilMy panamanian saha from south san franciscoOn some marijuana farm down in san luis obisboWake 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 outSmokin that broccoli now, takes me outI dont need no doctor, I dont need no shrinkAll I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink[e-40]Seein twos and threesHighly intosticated while Im slidin on a brimSet of zs and vs, spit long range pimpinL-r-p sophisticated wannabes, stuck up h-o-esDisease-infested back-polluted ***** hoochie mamas, ooh oohGive a damn, make that 2-8-9, think I had a v8Highly carbureator, four-barrel engine scramGet gas, go in sideways, figured up like a phillyReady, get that mother*****er hop up awayEverybody got the munchies and they aint tryin ta missWe ride around the corner, nigga there go emmitt smithWebulation! bust a u-ey folker, oh as Im hoppin outDamn thats my beeper, I got dinner at the houseThe rules and regulations of the game up in the yayJust slap a ***** silly if she gets off in my wayShes open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yayThree or four different *****es, five or six different times a dayI dont need no doctor, I dont need no shrinkAll I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drinkSmokin that broccoli now, takes me outSmokin that broccoli now, takes me outLets get sick wid it babyLets get sick wid it baby
