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the click – hurricane lyrics

[intro: e-40]
it’s just like moonshine, have you on your face
i mean, you’ll be sl-tterin’ and what not
next thing you know, you don’t know how you got home
i mean, this sh-t is so d-mn serious, playboy
i mean, the sh-t reminds me of pruno or something like that, you dig what i say?
but anyway

[verse 1: e-40 and b-legit]
i’m so tore, look like my eyes been st-tched together with st-tches
ho hoppin’ around wit these b-tches, get ya garbage dumped wit crickets
but you know me, the life of the party, slurricane ethyl
too much of me and make ya fight ya folks and dr. jekyll
like the other day i gulped too many swallows
had them n-gg-s actin’ bad at the club wit them hollows
havin’ limp d-ck problems, tryna get it up
well, oh well, one cup of me will have your sh-t on still
i wakes up in the mornin’ and i’m separated
in the bag wit my homies and i sure hate it
grenadine, he be trippin’ ’cause they don’t respect him
that n-gg- rum, man, that n-gg- gets dumb
i can’t wait until they mix me
i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat, into they kidneys
hurricane’s havin’ m-th-f-cka’s seein’ thangs
courage juice, watch when i get loose

[chorus 2x: suga-t]
hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
slurricane, strong enough to start a engine mayne

[verse 2: d-shot and suga-t]
i’m pervin’, swervin’, f-ckin’ wit tyc–n sh-t
sh-t, it’s time to swip up another mix
smob to the sto’, oh
it’s 1:51, got to catch charlie ‘fore he close
too many hoes at the studio that ain’t lit
i likes to bring out the freak in a nasty b-tch
studio ton, pop on that sh-t that ‘vitti wrote
(freaky, freak, freaky)
my crevice got hot, seat sweat and all
that hurricane ethyl ain’t no joke, it’ll make a playa fall
creepy eyes on the stick he bought
pump up fools, straight check ’em
make ’em thinkin’ men are all…
nah nah, hit a beedy, can’t be greedy, gotta stay strong
but if i get broken off a deal, i can’t go wrong
this trick juice will have a fool on his face
worse than that b-mpy face gin with no f-ckin’ chase

[chorus]

[verse 3: b-legit and e-40]
light up the m-th-f-ckin’ indo weed
me and my n-gg-s at the bar keyed
walkin’ threw the joint on stumble
they b-mpin’ ‘da b-mble’
face like i hate the taste, but now i’m humble
whisper to a b-tch, ‘baby i been watchin’ you’
but when i’m pervin’, everything be lookin’ cute
so if you get the boot when my hangover sober
don’t even trip, get yo’ sh-t out my range rover
i gets to put it how this spanish fly ninety-fin
influence yo’ b-tch to go both ways and eat her best friend
sh-t locked down, m-th-f-cka don’t be carin’
who ridin’ wit my dank cousin victor baron
hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
strong enough to start a engine, mayne
biotch
and that’s what we do for the nineteen ninety-fin
and we out this biotch
out this biotch

[chorus 4x]

- the click lyrics

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