Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Super Sic Wit It, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Date of issue: 16.05.2005
Song language: English
Super Sic Wit It |
| I pull a heater, mayne, never follow a leader, mayne |
| Even though we try, it’s hard to legal, mayne |
| Put up or shut up, my loot up, so wassup? |
| Wha-wha-what would you do if I shot yo' hood up? |
| Either jail or smoke weed |
| I take the cuffs, that’s F-A-B, not Fabolous |
| What it is? |
| Sick Wid It, it is |
| The way this money look, I’ll be independent for years |
| It’s a gang of hood niggas eatin' off this plate |
| So don’t come around here if you ain’t from this place (From this place) |
| Hear me comin' about a half a block |
| Got a dent in my ceiling from doin' the robot |
| Catch all kind of mugs (Kind of mugs) from all kind of thugs (Kind of thugs) |
| They offer designer all kind of drugs (Kind of drugs) |
| I’m married to the ave' |
| Pistol under the battery, dope in the dash |
| Thizz (Woo), oh, it’s sick wit' it |
| We is super sick wit' it (Woo) |
| Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers |
| Purple, purple, gone of the liquor |
| Thizz (Woo), it’s sick wit' it |
| We is super sick wit' it (Yeah) |
| Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers |
| Purple, purple, gone of the liquor |
| I don’t need no iron (Why?), I’m already creased (Oh) |
| F-A-B what they call me, 40 say mouthpiece |
| I do the dummy, retarded, and ride the yellow bus |
| Put the town on, don’t bother me, doin' hella much |
| High speed in my car, call it a scraper |
| Pop my Ps at your broad, cuff or I’ll take her |
| I only roll wit' my folks, family, and next-of-kin |
| Ride away with a half, I’m a Baydestrian |
| Hit the club, and I’m mad 'cause they won’t let us in |
| Now I’m about to go bad like drunk Mexicans |
| You know a cent to a sumo and I be holding weight |
| Got love for the East Coast, but this is Golden Gate |
| I’m from The Bay and we P-I, no surf talk |
| Since I was knee-high to beehives I knew Turf Talk |
| (Yee) T-H-I-Z-Z |
| Droop-E you too hard, you need to be easy (Whoa) |
| Thizz (Woo), oh, it’s sick wit' it |
| We is super sick wit' it (Woo) |
| Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers |
| Purple, purple, gone of the liquor |
| Thizz (Woo), it’s sick wit' it |
| We is super sick wit' it (Yeah) |
| Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers |
| Purple, purple, gone of the liquor |
| Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka, it’s real ugly |
| SKs and AKs in my city |
| Not the pretty AKs that go, «Skee-skee» |
| But the ugly AKs that go stoopy |
| It really doesn’t matter, major fixture or a factor |
| Walk up on your ass, let you have it in the bladder |
| It’s all about the money and the crevice and the fame |
| The rose gold chains, jewels and earrings |
| Perkin', drinking whiskey sour |
| In my Suburban, droppin' off yowder |
| Tryna place my bid, tryna get at a broad |
| Spit my L-R-Ps in the Fairfield mall |
| You can find me in the party gettin' twisted and spliffted |
| See me in the club and I’m double fisted |
| Higher than the Statue of Liberty, extra tipsy |
| Playing possum, acting like I’m dizzy (Biatch!) |
| Thizz (Woo), oh, it’s sick wit' it |
| We is super sick wit' it (Woo) |
| Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers |
| Purple, purple, gone of the liquor |
| Thizz (Woo), it’s sick wit' it |
| We is super sick wit' it (Yeah) |
| Scraper, scraper, full up with rippers |
| Purple, purple, gone of the liquor |