E-40 - Sprinkle Me Lyrics
Intro: e-40*burrrp, burp*Yeah, focus pocus, skiggedy-skatIt aint nuttin but meThat nigga e-40Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of thisThis g-a-m-e man some of this gameUnderstand my sistaFinna sprinkle you fools with sprinkle sistaUnderstand this doeIt dont stop til the mother*****ing glock pop[dont stop] and ***** a glock Im *****in with a 6rP226 diana ross cousin ninaMisdemeanor, thats what we do, understand itVerse one: e-40I be more hipper than a hippopotamusGet off in your head like a neurologistPushin more weight than atlasGot a partner by the name of 2pacalypseThe seven-oh-seven my roost go hella fall back to floyd terraceI pull a forty out of my ballcapAnd den I flush it down my esopha-garusThe group that Im with the clickShigge-d-shot, legitFamily orientatedGame related, its the shitKilling mother*****ers off crucialSittin em down mutualRunning through these lyrics as if I was fiberedLike metamucilTimah timah.... forty widah.. forty wideSprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me mainBig timah timah, big timah.... forty widah-ahhSprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me mainKick that shit sugaVerse two: suga tHere comes the top notch, ooh ooh ooh here I beClicked out me suga t from the vIm quick to smob (quick to smob), always down for the jobYa gotta strut thats a gang of shot (gang of shot)Ooh ooh ooh Im a foolSlangin more mail as I slides through your hoodStraight shakin all, these bustas and busterettesTryin 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 aint right (why oh why suga you aint right)It makes me wanna scream while I make ya hollerPullin a gang of clout like that al-mighty dollarChorus: e-40, suga tSuga suga (ahh yeah thats me) suga sugaThats my sista (you know my name!)Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl (ahaha)Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girlSuga suga (thats what they call me)Dats my sista (I aint right!)Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girlVerse three: e-40, suga t(check the flotation!)Nigga phin on a playa makin megaTryin to knock the hustle just because we way too major(e they try to test your testicles, you know that shit aint cool)Suga dont make me have to come up out the sound boothAnd act a *****in fool(all these old hoe-cake ass niggaz, they make me so damn sick)Boom boom boom boom boom on a trickPlaya play her for false and get rubbed off ya dont want malse***** around and get evaporatedChorus: e-40Cause ima timah timah.... timah timahForty widah... forty wideSprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me mainBig timah timah... big timahForty widah... forty wideSprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me mainThats what we do, beatch!Understand this shit, understand itWhats happenin suga, you in this ***** with me?(haha thought you heard)Yeah thats what we do for the mother*****in... nine-five(ha for the nine-five, yeah)Sick wid it records, jive all the time(understandin the system main)Its mob city, v-town, its mob cityIts mob city v-town niggaz(mobbin through ya hood)
