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UhH2, 26 inch shoesBig boy toys, air traveller iceman shoesStraight fool, look at the way that I wear my hairLook at the pants and the clothes I wearLook at the way my that my necklace glareCars exotic pimp skillet narcoticsGot 'em pimp skillet, sippin' on some HypnotiqPimpskillet a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid ItWe pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipmentRug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pigeonsI flip the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin'Thou'n! Smokin' with my next door neighborCoughin', turtle and tobacco paperGangsta, read all about itNorthern Califoolya got the talentPlay mindgames and talk slick and slide inThat's why the P's be poppin' and the mackin' be multiplyin'[Chorus]Me and my weeples natural hustlersIf you need that then come get plugged by us223's comin' out the state from usThis is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit usThe Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pansLetras de cancionesFiends makin' bass pipes, out of ink pensWhere the cherries'll let ya hustle foreverBut soon as the murders start occurin' they gon' come get yaSoon as the money start to flowin' somebody gon' snitch yaSoon as the rellis get to knowin' that youse a fixtureOff in the bushes on surveillance takin' a pictureSo the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin' richerReal like estate, my works carry a lot of weightNever on time, always late on a concert dateGet it Raoul, does he know what flavor the BayBack up in three-one-oh they give me the playa rankBorn on a mon-day! Forty Bela-fonte!Skippin' and skatin' and slidin', bouncin' and dippin' and glidin'Spittin' and rappin' and rhymin', ballin' and wellin' and timin'[Chorus]Boy you the opposite of cold!Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowlYou don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fishYou don't give a broad chips, you reverse that shitI'm talkin' about cheese (cheese)Only time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeezeGot your babies, drive MercedesNo if's or maybe's, that's your ladyQuiet on the set!E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of all time beatin' down vetsComin' around the corner in that clean-ass convertible drop top CorvetteHow can I forget a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there MoetI bumped into this Hottie, at a ghetto-ass PARTYFrankie V jeans I seen, lookin' so fresh and so cleanGot her all up on my team, jockin' my glare and my gleam[Chorus](Hot!) 40 Water is(Hot!) Sic' Wid It still(Hot!) number one and we(Hot!) (Hot!) 40 Water is(Hot!) Sic' Wid It still(Hot!) number one and we(Hot!) (Hot!) (Hot!) (Hot!) (Hot!)
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