Click – Hurricane lyrics

(E-40* talking) It's
just like moonshine have,you on yo face I
mean you be slutterin and what not next,thing you know You
don't know how you got home I
mean this shit is so damn serious playboy I
mean the sherry bombay on,? some thang's like that So
dig what I say [Verse

1 (E-40&B-Legit)]:I'm
so tore look,like my eyes been stiched together like stitches Ho
hopin around wit these bitches get,ya garbage dump wit crickets But
you know me the,life of the party sluricane,anthem Do
what ya mean and make ya fight ya folks wit dr jekyl.Like
the other day I gulped to many swallows Had
them nigga's actin bad at the club wit them power's Coppin
limp dick problem's tryna to get it up Well
oh well come,wit me I'll,have yo shit on stale (B-Legit)
I
wakes up in the mornin and I'm separated In
the bag wit my homie's and I sholl hate it Billy
Dean he be trippin cause they don't respect him The
nigga rum man,that nigga get's dumb I
can't wait until they mix me I'm
goin in they mouth down,they throat into,they kidney's Hurricane
havin muthafucka's seein thangs Courage
juice watch,when I get loose [Chrous

2x(Suga:T)] Hurricane
but,you can call me sluricane Sluricane
strong,enough to start a engine mayne Verse
2 (D-Shot&Suga:T) I'm
hurvin swirvin,fuckin,wit tycoon shit Shit
it's,time to swip up another mix Smovin
to the sto' oh,it's,1 51:Got
to catch Charlie 'fo he close Too
many ho's at the studio that ain't lit I
likes to bring out the freak in a nasty bitch Studio
tone pop,off the shit that wrote ??? (Freaky
freak,freaky,freaky),(Suga
T) My
crips got hot seat,sweat and all That
hurricane anthem ain't no joke it'll,make a playa fall Creepy
eyes on the sticky rug But
them fools who staright check make em think that hell arose Knock
knock,hella,greedy got,greedy gotta,stay strong But
if I get wrong enough to deal I,can't go wrong This
trick juice will have a playa on his face Worst
then poppy face gin wit no fuckin chase [Chrous

2x]:[Verse


3 (B-Legit&E-40)]:(B-Legit)
Life
of the muthafuckin indo weed Me
and nigga's at the bar keyed,Walkin
threw the joint unstumble They
bumpin to bubble Face
like I hate the taste but,now I'm humble Whisper
to a bitch baby,I been watchin you But
when I'm pervin everything,lookin cute So
if you get the boot when my hang over sober Don't
even trip get,yo shit out my range rover (E-40)
I
get's to put how this Spanish fly 90 fin Influence
yo bitch to go both ways and,eat her friend Shit
locked down muthafucka,don't be carin Who
ridin wit my dank cousin Victor Barrin Hurricane
but,you can call me sluricane Strong
enough to start a engine mayne (B-Legit)
BITCH
and,that's how we do for the nine-teen-ninety fin And
we out this biotch (E-40)
Out
this biotch [Chrous
5x]: