Lyrics Sickalicious (feat. Missy Elliott).lrc Fabolous
[id: pshjgjde]
[ar: Fabolous]
[al: Street Dreams]
[ti: Sickalicious (feat. Missy Elliott)]
[length: 04:03]
[00:24.36]They call me G-H-E-T-T-O (ghetto)
[00:26.85]Get Black Star power, like BET shows (uh)
[00:29.46]I’m usually pullin’ up in the GT slow (wooh)
[00:31.83]Flashing my ring finger with the ET glow (haha)
[00:34.76]I’m that nucca, act rucka (uh)
[00:37.13]Certified plat nucca (yeah)
[00:39.42]Semi-auto, gat bucca (blah)
[00:41.64]Take that fucka, lay flat sucka (blah)
[00:44.10]I’m the Negro (uh), amigo (uh)
[00:46.91]Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo (c’mon)
[00:49.32]They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow (uh)
[00:51.82]I’m in the blow range, no matter where he go (yeah)
[00:54.33]I’m that homie (uh), gat on me (uh)
[00:56.10]I’m the kid not that phony (uh-huh)
[00:59.39]Anybody that know me
[01:01.77]Knows I’m here to get that money, yeah
[01:04.86]Hey, now get that money, keep them rims spichey
[01:11.41]24 shoes on my Hummer and they fitting tight
[01:16.53]Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious right?
[01:21.15]If you a hater make my gun go (blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
[01:23.56]They call me F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[01:27.10]You just lay down slow (nigga)
[01:29.09]Know this before this, trey pound blow (uh-huh)
[01:31.50]Spit game, get dames to lay down low (oh)
[01:34.79]I’m da poppy cholo
[01:36.27]The cops say the tops on the drops is to low (yeah)
[01:38.65]I shop ’til I drop, when I’m coppin’ new clothes (uh)
[01:41.50]Bop in the hop but don’t stop to use hoes (peace)
[01:43.69]I’m that new dude (uh-huh), that include (uh-huh)
[01:46.03]Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
[01:48.40]With a ‘It Don’t Even Matter’ mood
[01:51.07]And a ‘Fuck You, Pay Me’, attitude (fuck you nigga, pay me nigga)
[01:53.50]I’m that young boy, that slung boy
[01:56.17]That’ll have ’em saying, where you get that from, boy?
[01:58.50]I’m still leaving niggas, at one choice
[02:00.94]So, run when you hear, that gun noise, blat
[02:03.91]You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
[02:07.21](Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
[02:08.70]Buy your DVD’s and TV’s but I like shoes on my Jeep
[02:12.22](Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
[02:13.53]24-inch wheels and a good gold grill in the front
[02:17.11](Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
[02:18.73]Gotta closet made for big clothes
[02:20.75]Gotta do more then treat me to lunch, uh-huh
[02:24.11]Hey, now get that money, keep them rims spichey
[02:30.42]24 shoes on my Hummer and they fitting tight
[02:35.53]Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious right?
[02:39.96]If you a hater make my gun go (blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
[02:42.93]They call me William H period Bonnie (yeah)
[02:45.57]I ride in a seven series with Tommie’s (uh)
[02:47.91]I make another on of America’s hotties (what?)
[02:51.19]And I’m that serious, Mommy (uh)
[02:52.85]I’m the one like the Jet Li flick (uh-huh), the private jet ski’s sick (wooh)
[02:55.58]The motors on the jet ski’s quick (wooh)
[02:57.90]The clips in the sets be thick (uh)
[02:59.36]And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky’s stick (uh-hu)
[03:02.35]I’m the one like Penny Hardaway’s number (one)
[03:04.74]That’s why dudes say it’s hard to keep my broad away from ya (one, one, one)
[03:07.84]Once your bitch, get the god two-way number (uh-huh)
[03:10.05]It’ll be hard to get a ‘Happy Father’s Day’ from ya
[03:12.68]I’m the one, like the piece that’s on Nelly chain
[03:14.94]You can’t reach me, I’m out of your celly range (if she was not a winner, nobody’s)
[03:17.52]Bitch, I’ll even put canary’s up in your belly chain (bling)
[03:20.17]And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main
[03:23.13]Hey, now get that money, keep them rims spichey
[03:29.82]24 shoes on my Hummer and they fitting tight
[03:34.94]Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious right?
[03:39.46]If you a hater make my gun go (blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
[03:43.67]Year of Release: 2003