Представляем точный текст композиции "Sick Wid It II" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Turf Talk . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Sick Wid It II» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Turf Talk передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Turf Talk - "Sick Wid It II"
Lyrics to Sick Wid It II : (feat. E-40) [Turf Talk + (E-40)] Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne' Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga' Whassup cousin' (Whassup tycoon, whats goin on') Its your young nephew Turkey mayne (What is it boy' Whats goin on family') Theres a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin (Talk to me, Ill talk back) First of all Ima start by just sayin we cant be fucked with And you know it!!! (Ooooh) Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker (the whole soil) Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit [E-40] Look out pimp! Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel Im busy I aint 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-ass 40, what that do' Sometimes me, always you Man you a real-ass nigga, 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 aint lyin Nigga dont help me, my nigga help the mountain lion! Uhh, chalupas {'} thousand dollar stacks Turn a couple of kis 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 motherfuckers know! Nigga this is big 40-Water motherfucker! The ambassador of the Bay nigga! Nigga we stay eatin over here motherfucker! You niggaz need to step your motherfuckin weight up nigga Sick Wid It, BME motherfucker [E-40] Look out pimp! Hit me on my chirp, I got that work Fuck erybody else, I got myself on my shirt Better hurry up and come and get em we got the lowest rates Im 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-ass 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 anus, 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 niggazll get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy Nigga we been doin this shit nigga Niggaz need to bow the fuck down and pay homage nigga Niggaz been stealin our shit for years 40! Niggaz brave to talk around these motherfuckers, WATER! [E-40] The whole enchilada, the whole taco Motherfucker Im a capo! Play with hundred round drums Me and my u-salaam(') A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend Go to any hood in the world and fit right in A young nigga, with an old soul A busy nigga, 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 motherfucker 40 told you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga! We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne! Knahmean' Step your motherfuckin weight up nigga You niggaz pockets is touchin motherfucker You starvin! [laughter] [ Sick Wid It II Lyrics ]
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