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*sung by Otis & Shug*
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Let's get Sick Wid It baby
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Sick Wid it baby yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
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Let's get Sick Wid It baby
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Said I'm gonna get so Sick Wid It yeah
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Said I'm gonna get highhhhh
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I don't need no doctor I don't need no shrink
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All I need is broccoli and a 40 oh to drink
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Smokin that broccoli now takes me out
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Smokin that broccoli now takes me out
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[E 40]
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While I was bullshittin
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bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
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Talin bout, "Who the fuck you been doin it to?
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Comin home always smellin like tuna fish and brew"
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I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin face,
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I'ma slap you real tough-like
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and I can almost rest assure you
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that it ain't gon' be no pretty sight, ugh"
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2-4-7, 3-6 DeVille
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I pull out my dick and spell my name over the bitch
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Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin?
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That there shit across the street? That ugly ass gremlin?
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Buy some sticky, you got the pillow
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Here go some Black'n'Mild style, split it down the middle
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What's that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white widow
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I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass
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up in the hospital, check it out
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I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
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All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
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[E-40]
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Smell me on this one, check it out
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Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, I'm true lung
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Let's see who got the most wind, get em sprung
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Make em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb
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From juice and Seagram's Gin
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Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin, drinkin Moet shit
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I'm from the block
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Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and Aftershock
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?Boom square wide country?, Wild Irish Rose
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Smugglin Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots
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Drinkin 40 ounces was how I first got my figure
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Then I graduated to straight hard liquor
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So hah, let me take a swig of that Crown Royal
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What you puttin on that blunt huh? Hash royal
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My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
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on some marijuana farm down in St. Louis or Pittsbo'
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Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep?
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Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin?? my life nigga, shit!
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
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I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
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All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
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[E-40]
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Seein two's and three's
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Highly intosticated while I'm slidin on a brim
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Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Range Pimpin
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L-R-P sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up H-O-E's
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Disease-infested back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh
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Give a damn, make that 2-8-9, think I had a V8
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Highly carbureator, four-barrel engine scram
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Get gas, go in sideways, figured up like a philly
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Ready, get that motherfucker hop up away
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Everybody got the munchies and they ain't tryin ta miss
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We ride around the corner, nigga there go Emmitt Smith
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Webulation! Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin out
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Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the house
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The rules and regulations of the game up in the Yay
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Just slap a bitch silly if she gets off in my way
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She's open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
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Three or four different bitches, five or six given times a day
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I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
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All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
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Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
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Let's get Sick Wid It baby
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Let's get Sick Wid it baby
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Broccoli
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