"Jellysickle" lyrics

Hey
All you haters stop!
Whew! Man
This beat is uh (What?)
Rick Rocker!
T-9
E-40
Jellysickle, yo

They hate it when you bubble
See 'em in their huddles, always makin' 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 feelin' real hyphy
I'm a star so I'm in with the belly pistol
That's 'cause the haters be suckin' on Jellysickles
That mean the cycle of jealousy's real thick, man
I'm feelin' it's 'bout to pop off real quick, man
But I ain't tryin' to have the fellas come and pinch me
'Cause he's plotting on my cheddar, on my Minsky
Never tempt me, the Grinch, so you better
Never let another nell 'nother fella come against me
Off in Missouri, it's Jellysickle city
Jealousy watchin', 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 there!), yeah

Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Too much'll make you sick
You actin' like a trick bitch
Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness (Hah, 40, speak on it!)
Stop actin' like a trick bitch

Boom!
Quit bumpin' your gums, park your tongue, keep a real pimp name up out your mouth
If I get on your line and dump two in your spine, like it a '80s' drought (Doo-doo-doo)
I'm about that Valley Jo
Po-po be throwin' tantrums
'Cause I live up on a hill with a view on a acre in a big white (Ooh), 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 quarter, I want that slow nickel (Uh-huh)
Everything I got, I worked for, so quit hatin' on me nigga
Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon (Look at the moon)
Look at these keys, look at my ride, I'm a tycoon (I'm a tycoon)
From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers
Where a hundred'll get you three hundred dollars worth of hubbas
Every time I look around, every time I look around, somebody done bit my style
Wanna smile in my face and take my place, hate
But it ain't gon' be no way, no how
Wow, I'm lit like a candle
And they hatin' 'cause I'm hot like a left sink handle (Bitch!)
Uh

Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Too much'll make you sick
You actin' like a trick bitch
Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness
Stop actin' like a trick bitch
Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Too much'll make you sick
You actin' like a trick bitch
Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness
Stop actin' like a trick bitch (Hah)

Jellysickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Player haters from Calabassas to Melrose
During his jell pose, I knocked him out of his shell toes
When I walk into the spot, them suckers suckin' on them sickles
Hate to see me shining, get to tripping when they off their ripple
I get these rappers drippin' jelly to the third degree
Most of 'em in my city never know me, but yet they heard of me
At the BET awards chillin' with The Federation
Don't forget the woman at the door givin' 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 of 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-getter
For-sure hitter, E-40 and N9na some flow-spitters
But that don't mean you gotta hate
Jealousy's a sickness
Take another lick, Mitch
You actin' like a trick bitch

Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Too much'll make you sick
You actin' like a trick bitch
Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness
Stop actin' like a trick bitch
Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Too much'll make you sick
You actin' like a trick bitch
Take a lick of this (What?)
Jellysickle sickness
Jellysickle sickness
Stop actin' like a trick bitch (Trick bitch, trick bitch...)