damnlyrics.com

Broccoli

Let's get sick wid it, baby

Sick wid it, baby, yeah

Let's get sick wid it, baby

Said, I'm gonna get so sick wid it, yeah

Said I'm gonna get high

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink

All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz 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'ma slap you real tough-like

And I can almost rest assure you

That it ain't gon' be no pretty sight"

24-7 3 sixty fin

I pull out my dick and spell my name in my piss

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-oz 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 five and hold it for ten, 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' forty ounces was how I first got my figure

Then I graduated to straight malt 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 Obisbo

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-oz to drink

Seein' two's and three's

Highly intoxicated 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 carburetor, 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-oz 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

Enjoy the lyrics !!!