Droop-E - Sick Out Here lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] Real n***a sh** at its best I'm blessed to be blessed Under these stressful conditions Hella my people's in prison They got em' trapped in the system Some of 'em in there for rice, some of 'em in there for swipes Some of 'em in there for life, narcotic vendor suppliers Some of 'em in there for priors, some of 'em in there with bikers Some of 'em in there for nothin', they never told on their cousin They'll poke you for playin' a dozen, they'll stick you and drip you Have your relatives, singin' "I miss you" Who got some tissue? The guidance we givin' the youth is pitiful They miserable, their daddy don't claim 'em, mama on blow I heard this story before, it go on and on In every ward, district or zone The game is cold as the snow cones, it's far from sweet n***as be bitter, because their hustle is weak Quick to pull the trigger, 'cause they don't want to get beat By the next n***a, rather shoot him and cheat b*atch! [Chorus: Droop-E] Mane, it's sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick It's so sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick Mane, it's sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick It's so sick out here [Verse 2: E-40] Developing stories I hear it all the time s**as can't tell a lemon from a lime I got a drumstick that will stop his wings from flyin' But don't like to see my brothers out here dyin' I'm not a p**y, I ain't lyin', I'm a lion Makin' all kind of boss moves Slingin' and craftin' my own brews America was built on booze Shhhhhhh, speak easy Give back and donate to the poor and needy I promise you partner, hear what I tell you One day I'ma open up a homeless shelter Provide some clothes A blanket, a bed and some pillows That's the mind frame of a hustler that really care Get on his knees every night and say a prayer It ain't too many of them dudes, it's hecka rare Where I'm from they don't play fair They'll put you in a wheelchair [Chorus: Droop-E] Mane, it's sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick It's so sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick Mane, it's sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick It's so sick out here [Verse 3: E-40] Pickin' up where I left off and I'm right back Took a couple of losses now my bank fat Always gotta be cautious be alert and woke Being from where I'm from out here it's cutthroat Broads be out her scandalous, catch you outta pocket Slip somethin' in your drink, con ya, take your wallet Steal your Cuban Links sell and make a profit Presidential Rolly yellow, diamonds chocolate Every day on the coast, it can get ugly gross Might want to keep your burner close, 'cause they might burn your toast They might burn my toast? They might burn your toast Right now I'm off this pot and I ain't talkin' 'bout a roast Me and my fellas is close n***as is so spooked that he thought he saw a ghost Thought he saw a spirit Every time I spit that real sh** they be act like they can't hear it Every time I talk my talk Every time I used to pitch back in the day I never balked Ho! [Chorus: Droop-E] Mane, it's sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick It's so sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick Mane, it's sick out here Sick, sick, sick, sick It's so sick out here