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    E-40

    My Ghetto Report Card 2006 ©

    Sick Wid It II

    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


    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


    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


    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


    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!


    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


    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!

    2006 ©




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