Broccoli Lyrics - E-40

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" 

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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 

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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