sung by Otis & Shug*

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



[E 40]

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'ma 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 DeVille

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



[E-40]

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 royal

My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco

on some marijuana farm down in St. Louis or Pittsbo'

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



[E-40]

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 given 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