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The Click - Hurricane lyrics
* send corrections to the typist (E-40 talking) It's just like moonshine,have you on yo face I mean you be slutterin and what not,next thing you know You don't know how you got home I mean this shit is so damn serious playboy I mean the sherry bombay,????? on some thang's like that So dig what I say Verse 1:(E-40&B-Legit) I'm so tore,look like my eyes been stiched together like stitches Ho hopin around wit these bitches,get ya garbage dump wit crickets But you know me,the life of the party,sluricane anthem Do what ya mean and make ya fight ya folks wit dr.jekyl Like the other day I gulped to many swallows Had them nigga's actin bad at the club wit them power's Coppin limp dick problem's tryna to get it up Well oh well,come wit me,i'll have yo shit on stale (B-Legit) I wakes up in the mornin and i'm seperated In the bag wit my homie's and I sholl hate it Billy Dean he be trippin cause they don't respect him The nigga rum,man that nigga get's dumb I can't wait until they mix me I'm goin in they mouth,down they throat,into they kidney's Hurricane havin muthafucka's seein thangs Courage juice,watch when I get loose Chrous:2x(Suga T) Hurricane,but you can call me sluricane Sluricane,strong enough to start a engine mayne Verse 2:(D-Shot&Suga T) I'm hurvin,swirvin,fuckin wit tycoon shit Shit,it's time to swip up another mix Smovin to the sto',oh,it's 1:51 Got to catch Charlie 'fo he close Too many ho's at the studio that ain't lit I likes to bring out the freak in a nasty bitch Studio tone,pop off the shit that ??? wrote (Freaky,freak,freaky,freaky) (Suga T) My crips got hot,seat sweat and all That hurricane anthem ain't no joke,it'll make a playa fall Creepy eyes on the sticky rug But them fools who staright check make em think that hell arose Knock,knock,hella greedy,got greedy,gotta stay strong But if I get wrong enough to deal,I can't go wrong This trick juice will have a playa on his face Worst then poppy face gin wit no fuckin chase Chrous:2x Verse 3:(B-Legit&E-40) (B-Legit) Life of the muthafuckin indo weed Me and nigga's at the bar,keyed Walkin threw the joint unstumble They bumpin to bubble Face like I hate the taste,but now i'm humble Whisper to a bitch,baby I been watchin you But when i'm pervin,everything lookin cute So if you get the boot when my hang over sober Don't even trip,get yo shit out my range rover (E-40) I get's to put how this Spanish fly 90 fin Influence yo bitch to go both ways,and eat her friend Shit locked down,muthafucka don't be carin Who ridin wit my dank cousin Victor Barrin Hurricane,but you can call me sluricane Strong enough to start a engine mayne (B-Legit) BITCH,and that's how we do for the nine-teen-ninety fin And we out this biotch (E-40) Out this biotch Chrous:5x |
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