E-40 Sick Wid It II Lyrics

(feat. Turf Talk)

[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
d___ n____, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink n____?
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 s___ 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 f___ed with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this m_________er (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It n____ (now) been runnin this s___

[E-40]
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-a__ 40, what that do?
Sometimes me, always you
Man you a real-a__ n____, 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
n____ don't help me, my n____ 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

[Turf Talk]
Yea mayne! These m_________ers know!
n____ this is big 40-Water m_________er!
The ambassador of the Bay n____!
n____ we stay eatin over here m_________er!
You n____z need to step your m_________in weight up n____
Sick Wid It, BME m_________er

[E-40]
Look out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that work
f___ 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-a__ 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 a___, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer guns

[Turf Talk]
You n____z'll get your m_________in head knocked off f___in with us boy
n____ we been doin this s___ n____
n____z need to bow the f___ down and pay homage n____
n____z been stealin our s___ for years 40!
n____z brave to talk around these m_________ers, WATER!

[E-40]
The whole enchilada, the whole taco
m_________er I'm a capo!
Play with hundred round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy n____, watch every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit right in
A young n____, with an old soul
A busy n____, 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

[Turf Talk]
Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect m_________er
40 told you n____z mayne! We hongry n____!
We eat soup with a fork around this b____ mayne!
Knahmean? Step your m_________in weight up n____
You n____z pockets is touchin m_________er
You starvin! [laughter]