Artist: E-40 Album: E-40 Presents: Hyphy Movement (2007) Title: Sprinkle Me
Lyrics Sprinkle MeYeah, 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 till the motherfucking glock pop And fuck a glock I'm fuckin' with a 6R P226 Diana Ross cousin Nina Misdemeanor, that's what we do, understand it
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 Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Sprinkle me main, kick that shit, Suga
Here comes the top notch, ooh, ooh, ooh, here I be Clicked out me Suga T from the V I'm quick to smob, always down for the job Ya gotta strut that's a 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
Ohh, why, oh, why must I be so tight? Most folks tell me, Suga you ain't right It makes me wanna scream while I make ya holler Pullin' a gang of clout like that almighty dollar
Suga Suga, Suga Suga, that's my sista Sprinkle me, girl, sprinkle me, girl 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 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
Cause I'ma timah, timah, forty widah Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Big timah timah, forty widah 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) |