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

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'mma 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 Fin 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

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 Obispo
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

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