Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sick a Lover, artist - 3X Krazy. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Sick a Lover |
| Sickkaaa lufffaa, Sickkaaa lufffaa |
| Sickkaaa lufffaa, 3xkrazy gonna bump it Drinkin’on a 4−0 ounce of malt liqua, Lex coupe quicka |
| 5 on the back of my ride, think I’m high, checkin my plates and sticka |
| but if they don’t ride paasss me Lil voice in my head sayin hit the gas G, go fastly |
| Through the back streets through the cuts n trucks of East Oakland |
| You see pimpin and ho-in L-E-O got the dank smokin' |
| These pigs on the back of my lex ain’t knowin |
| The way my dollars and flex is flowin, I guess they came up Charlie |
| Cuz the rode right pass, and I kept ridin’bumpin Bob Marley |
| To the shop to get my top dropped, pine and stereo incredible knock |
| You could here me comin all the way up the block |
| Cocaine like sittin on thangs with shocks |
| with a glock, bet I’ll be hittin yo block |
| Packin heat like ground beef roasted channels, strapped with a gat |
| Juss packed with ammo, neva pretend on breakdown indo |
| Throw the 'bacco out the window, flowamatically countin c-notes |
| Automatically countin people, hit 'em up, get 'em up, bumpers dig 'em up Hit 'em up wid a hollow tip till they can’t feel shit man I’m so sick |
| It could be so artificial, juss like a potna off the stokes |
| Toke and get thrown, before you get smoked by my Fo’Fo' |
| Hollow point yo 0's and families with the casualties, began the show was on Had it been my, 4 percent as I loc one in, provoking ya whole set with mess |
| So scandalous that ya homies didn’t do shit |
| blow his candle, look can ya handle this |
| Nigga at 145 miracle dipped with chemicals and bury ya minerals half alive |
| Energized by naked lies, douse that between fuse these niggaz be payin they dues |
| But some niggaz roll 'em and cruise, so I stack 'em and stick 'em in twos |
| Like bullets ??? |
| let the bodies refuse so they ??? |
| pick and choose |
| At the house with a strap and a bottle of booze, intention to get my cash on Exception I’m still blastin 'em with the 44 mag-a-num, yo who was out there |
| crackin 'em |
| I don’t kno, he was supposed to go, its crazy mothafuckas in the o Strapped, with a tech and a chop, to the nutty block to get a dub |
| Cuz furly markets, and my nigga they don’t got love, for yo nigga name sneak |
| Cuz I beez servin off ridin with ease feelin the breeze |
| 25 for sacks of 3's, Hennessey and squeeze, not thinking about 5−0 and freeze |
| cuz I be G’d, and don’t like my dick to be teased, bitch on yo knees |
| the F to the L-O type speakin never said please, slappin 'em silly |
| and not a gentleman like willy, sockin a hoe, buckin at her nigga with my fully |
| the shit goes down, like a 7−4 in the O, now u kno the fact from fo buckin fast not slow, cope with willin to hit the chest and hit the flo' |
| Disgrace unload on yo face, with the clenched fist, Hennessey sippin gradually |
| And thinking about a casualty that killa don mentality in me and comin naturally |
| Turn yo day into a tragedy, buck up and watch him drop with the gravity |
| Had to be 3 times flow 9 brutalized mind naked off a shrine and a jug of Rhine |
| And can’t even walk a straight line… Doin the shit, pullin licks on lick |
| Cuz these three mothafuckas from the town, is comin with that crazy shit |