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Tech N9ne » Jellysickle
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	(Intro: Tech N9ne) Hey All you haters stop! Whew! Man This beat is uh (what?) Rick Rocker! T-9 E-40 Jellysickle, yo (Verse 1: Tech N9ne) They hate it when you bubble See 'em in they huddles always making trouble (What? Who?) Jealous fellas man Fall up in the spot and from the jump they don't like me Hat to the back and I'm fellin' real hyphy Imma star so I'm in with the belly pistol That's cause the haters be sucking on jelly sickles That mean the cycle of jealousies real thick man I'm feeling it's bout to pop off real quick man But I ain't trying to have the fedas come and pinch me Cause he's plotting on my cheddar on my minske Never tempt me the grench so you better Never let another nell nother fella come against me Off in Missouri it's jelly sickle city jealousy Watching and it ain't the right stare, nightmares Don't let me go and rock the red spiked hair They hate it when I do that right there (Right Thurr!) Yeah (Hook:) Take a lick of this (Jelly sickle sickness) To much will make you sick (You acting like a trick bitch) Take a lick of this (Jelly sickle sickness) Jelly sickle sickness (Stop acting like a trick bitch) (Verse 2: E-40) Quit bumping your gums park your tongue keep a real pimp game up out your mouth If I get on your line and dump two on your spine like it a 80's drought I'm about that Valley Jo Po Po be throwing tantrums Cause I live up on a hill with a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion I be all up in the dirty Where they cook them fried turkeys Be up in Houston with Mike Jones and Paul Wall You want that fast quota I want that slow nickle Everything I got I worked for so quit hating on me nigga Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon Look at these keys, look at my ride, imma tycoon From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of poppers Every time I look around Every time I look around somebody done peeped my style Wanna smile in my face and take my place Hate but it ain't gone be no way no how, wow, I'm lit like a candle And they hating cause I'm hot like a left sink handle (Hook x2) (Verse 3: Tech N9ne) Jellysickle Look at how that jelly trickles Down his elbows And you can smell those Playa haters from Calabassas to Melrose During his jail polls And knocked him out of his shell toes? When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me At the BET awards chilling with the Federation Never forget the woman at the door giving Away the shoes didn't really want me to have 'em Man I had a ticket I had to grab 'em Come to find out I was in a rhyme bout a couple years ago Here's the blow cause I rake up dough She was one of the women I left behind up at the wake up show Congratulate me cause I'm a go getta For sho hitta E-40 and Nina some flow spitter's But that don't mean you gotta hate Jealousy's a sickness Take another lick Mitch (You actin' like a trick bitch) (Hook x2)
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