E-40Sprinkle Me

Intro: E-40 *Burrrp, burp* Yeah, focus pocus, skiggedy-skat It ain't nuttin but me That nigga E-40 Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of this This G-A-M-E man some of this game Understand my sista Finna sprinkle you fools with sprinkle sista Understand this doe It don't stop til the motherfucking glock pop [Don't stop] and fuck a glock I'm fuckin with a Sig Sauer P226 Diana Ross cousin nina Misdemeanor, that's what we do, understand it Verse One: E-40 I be more hipper than a hippopotamus Get off in your head like a neurologist Pushin more weight than Atlas Got a partner by the name of 2Pacalypse The seven-oh-seven my roost go hella fall back to Floyd Terrace I pull a forty out of my ballcap And den I flush it down my esopha-garus The group that I'm with The Click Shigge-D-Shot, Legit Family orientated Game related, it's the shit Killing motherfuckers off crucial Sittin em down mutual Running through these lyrics as if I was fibered Like Metamucil Timah timah.... Forty widah.. Forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Big timah timah, big timah.... Forty widah-ahh Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Kick that shit Suga Verse Two: Suga T Here comes the top notch, ooh ooh ooh here I be Clicked out me Suga T from the V I'm quick to smob (quick to smob), always down for the job Ya gotta strut that's a gang of shot (gang of shot) Ooh ooh ooh I'm a fool Slangin more mail as I slides through your hood Straight shakin all, these bustas and busterettes Tryin to claim fame off my Chavez rep (Chavez rep) Ohh, why oh why must I be so tight? (Why oh why) Most folks tell me, Suga you ain't right (Why oh why Suga you ain't right) It makes me wanna scream while I make ya holler Pullin a gang of clout like that al-mighty dollar Chorus: E-40, Suga T Suga Suga (ahh yeah that's me) Suga Suga That's my sista (you know my name!) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl (ahaha) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl Suga Suga (that's what they call me) Dat's my sista (I ain't right!) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl Verse Three: E-40, Suga T (Check the flotation!) Nigga phin on a playa makin mega Tryin to knock the hustle just because we way too major (E they try to test your testicles, you know that shit ain't cool) Suga don't make me have to come up out the sound booth And act a fuckin fool (All these old hoe-cake ass niggaz, they make me so damn sick) Boom boom boom boom boom on A trick Playa play her for false and get rubbed off ya don't want malse Fuck around and get evaporated Chorus: E-40 Cause I'ma timah timah.... Timah timah Forty widah... Forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Big timah timah... Big timah Forty widah... Forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main That's what we do, beatch! Understand this shit, understand it What's happenin Suga, you in this bitch with me? (haha thought you heard) Yeah that's what we do for the motherfuckin... Nine-five (ha for the nine-five, yeah) Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time (understandin the system main) It's Mob City, V-Town, it's Mob City It's Mob City V-Town niggaz (mobbin through ya hood)
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