Mistah FAB – Super Sic Wit It lyrics
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[Verse 1: Turf Talk]
I pull a heater may never follow a heater man.
Even though we try to smoke the weed man.
Put up, or shut up, my loot up is wassup.
Wha-wha-what would you do as I shot yo hood up.
Even jealous my weed.
I take the cups.
Thats F.A.B. not Fabulous.
What it iz,
Sick wit it it iz,
They way this money look I'll be indepentdent for years.
Is a gang of hood niggas eatin' off this plate.
So don't come over here if you ain't from this place.
Hear me coming bout a half a block.
Got a dent in my silly for doing the robot.
Catch all kinds of us.
More kinds of thugs.
They offer designer.
More Kinds of drugs.
I'm Married to the Abe.
Pistol under the battery,
Dopes in the dash
[Chorus x2:]
Thizz, oh we sick wit it.
We iz, super sick wit it.
Sraper, Scraper, pull out the rippers.
Purple, Purple, gone of the liqour.
[Verse 2: Mistah FAB]
I don't need no urns.
All I need is freaks.
F.a.b. what they call me.
Worty they mouths weeds.
I do the dummy, retarded, and ride the yellow bus.
Put a dent and a father be doing hella much.
High speed in my car, call it a scraper.
Pop my pees and yours broad, come for i take her.
I only roll wit my folks, family, and next to kin.
Run away with A half, I'm a pedestrian.
Hit the club, and I'm mad cause they wont let us in.
Now I'm about to go bad like drunk mexicans.
You know I'm mental and sumo, but I be holding weight.
Got love for the East Coast, but this is Golden Gate.
I'm from the band PI, we don't surf talk.
Since I was a PI a PI, i do Turf Talk.(yee)
T.H.I.Z.Z.
Droop-E you too hard, you need to be easy.
[Chorus x2:]
Thizz, oh we sick wit it.
We iz, super sick wit it.
Sraper, Scraper, pull out the rippers.
Purple, Purple, gone of the liqour.
[Verse 3: E-40]
Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka, it's real ugly.
Sk's and Ak's, in my city.
Not the pretty aka's that go Skee-Skee.
But the ugly ak's that go stewiee.
It really doesn't matter major fixture or factor.
Walk up on that ass, let you have it in the bladder.
It's all about the money and the crevitz and the thangs.
The rose gold chain, jewels and ear rings.
Purkin, drinking wiskey sour.in my suburban, dropping off yowder.
Tryina place my bids, tryna get in this broad.
Spit my lrp's, in Fairfield mall.
You can find me in the party getting twisted and spliffted.
See me in the club and I'm double fisted.
Higher than the Statue of Liberty, extra tipsy.
Playing possum, acting like I'm dizzy. (BIOTCH!)
[Chorus x2:]
Thizz, oh we sick wit it.
We iz, super sick wit it.
Sraper, Scraper, pull out the rippers.
Purple, Purple, gone of the liqour.
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