Sam Bostic - Sprinkle Me lyrics

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Sam Bostic - Sprinkle Me lyrics

[Intro: E-40] *burrrp, burp* Yeah, hocus pocus, skiggedy skay It ain't nuttin but me That n***a E-40 Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of this This G-A-M-E man some of this game Understand my sista Finna sprinkle you fools with sprinkle sista Understand this doe It don't stop til the motherf**ing Glock pop [Don't stop] and f** a Glock I'm f**in with a SIG Sauer P226 Diana Ross cousin nina Misdemeanor, that's what we do, understand it [Verse 1: E-40] I be more hipper than a hippopotamus Get off in your head like a neurologist Pushin more weight than Nautilus Got a partner by the name of 2Pacalypse The seven-oh-seven my roots go hella far back to Floyd Terrace I pull a forty out of my ballcap And den I flush it down my esopha-garus The group that I'm with The Click Suga, D-Shot, Legit Family orientated Game Related, it's the sh** k**ing motherf**ers off crucial Sittin em down neutral Running through these lyrics as if I was fibered Like Metamucil [Chorus: E-40] Timah timah.... forty wata.. forty wata Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main... Big timah timah, big timah, forty wata-ahh Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main... Kick that sh** Suga [Verse 2: Suga T] Here comes the top notch, ooh ooh ooh here I be Clicked out me Suga T from the V I'm quick to smob (quick to smob), always down for the job Ya gotta strut that's a gang of shive (gang of shive) Ooh ooh ooh I'm a fool Slangin more mail as I smobs through yo' hood Straight shakin all, these bustas and busterettes Tryin to claim fame off my shive a** rep (shive a** rep) Ohh, why oh why must I be so tight? (Why oh why) Most folks tell me, Suga you ain't right (Why oh why Suga you ain't right) It makes me wanna scream while I make ya holla Pullin a gang of clout like that al-mighty dollar [Hook: E-40 & Suga T] Suga Suga (ahh yeah that's me) Suga Suga That's my sista (you know my name!) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl (ahaha), sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl... Suga Suga (that's what they call me) Dat's my sista (I ain't right!) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl... [Verse 3: E-40 & Suga T] (Check the flotation!) n***a PHin on a playa makin mega Tryin to knock the hustle just because we way too major (E they try to test your testicles, you know that sh** ain't cool) Suga don't make me have to come up out the sound booth And act a f**in fool (All these old ho-cake a** n***as, they make me so damn sick) BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ON A TRICK Play a player for false and get rubbed off ya don't want malse... f** around and get evaporated [Chorus: E-40] Cause I'mma timah timah.... timah timah Forty wata... forty wata Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main... Big timah timah... big timah Forty wata... forty wata Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main... That's what we do, beatch! [Outro] Understand this sh**, understand it What's happenin Suga, you in this b**h with me? (haha thought you heard) Yeah that's what we do for the motherf**in... nine-five (ha for the nine-five, yeah) Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time (understandin the system main) It's Mob City, V-Town, it's Mob City It's Mob City V-Town n***as (mobbin through ya hood)

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