Текст песни   Tech N9ne - Jellysickle    
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                                                                    {Intro: Tech N9ne} 
Hey 
All you haters stop! 
Whew, man 
This beat is uh 
What 
Rick rocker 
T-9 
E-40 
Jellysickle yo 
 
{Verse 1: Tech N9ne} 
They hate it when you bubble 
See 'em in they huddles always making 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 felling real hyphy 
Imma star so I'm in with the belly pistol 
That's cause the haters be sucking on jelly sickles 
That mean the cycle of jealousies real thick man 
I'm feeling its bout to pop off real quick man 
But I ain't trying to have the fedas come and pinch me 
Cause he's plotting on my cheddar on my minske 
Never tempt me the grench so you better 
never let another nell nother fella come against me 
Off in Missouri its jelly sickle city jealousy 
watching and it ain't the right stare, right mares 
Don't let me go and rock the red spiked hair 
They hate it when I do that right there {Right Thurr!} Yeah 
 
{Hook} 
Take a lick of this {Jelly sickle sickness} 
To much will make you sick {You acting like a trick bitch} 
Take a lick of this {Jelly sickle sickness} 
Jelly sickle sickness {You acting like a trick bitch} 
 
{Verse 2: E-40} 
Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue 
keep a real pimp game up out your mouth 
If I get on your line and dump two on your spine like it a 80's drought 
I'm about that Valley-Jo 
Po Po be throwing tantrums 
Cause I live up on a hill with a view on a acre 
in a big white who 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 quota 
I want that slow nickle 
Everything I got I worked for so quit hating on me nigga 
Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon 
Look at these keys, look at my ride, I'ma tycoon 
From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers 
Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of poppers 
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 gone be no way no how, wow 
I'm lit like a candle and they hating 
cause I'm hot like a left sink handle 
 
{Hook 2X} 
 
{Verse 3: Tech N9ne} 
Jelly sickle 
look at how that jelly trickles 
Down his elbows 
And you can smell those 
Playa haters from Calabassas to Melrose 
During his jail polls 
And knocked him out of his shell toes? 
When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles 
Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple 
I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree 
Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me 
At the BET awards chilling with the Federation 
never forget the woman at the door giving 
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 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 
Come to find out I was in a rhyme bout a couple 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 getta 
For sho hitta E-40 and Nina some flow spitter's 
But that don't mean you gotta hate 
Jealousy's a sickness take another lick Mitch 
{You wack it like a trick bitch} 
 
{Hook 2X}