Released on November 7, 2006

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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 makin' 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 feelin' real hyphy

I'm a star so I'm in with the belly pistol

That's 'cause the haters be suckin' on Jellysickles

That mean the cycle of jealousy's real thick, mane

I'm feelin' it's 'bout to pop off real quick, mane

But I ain't tryin' to have the fellas come and pinch me

'Cause he's plotting on my cheddar, on my Minsky

Never tempt me, the Grinch, so you better

Never let another nell 'nother fella come against me

Off in Missouri, it's Jellysickle city

Jealousy watchin', and it ain't the right stare, nightmares

Don't let me go and rock the red spiked hair

They hate it when I do that right there (Right Thurr!), yeah

[Chorus: Big Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne, Chante Bloodfaw, Tech N9ne, all]

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Too much'll make you sick

You actin' like a trick bitch

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Jellysickle sickness (Hah, 40, speak on it!)

Stop actin' like a trick bitch


[Verse 2: E-40]

Boom!

Quit bumpin' your gums, park your tongue, keep a real pimp name up out your mouth

If I get on your line and dump two in your spine, like it a '80s drought (Doo-doo-doo)

I'm about that Valley Jo

Po-po be throwin' tantrums

'Cause I live up on a hill with a view on a acre in a big white (Ooh), 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 quarter, I want that slow nickel (Uh-huh)

Everything I got, I worked for, so quit hatin' on me nigga

Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon (Look at the moon)

Look at these keys, look at my ride, I'm a tycoon (I'm a tycoon)

From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers

Where a hundred'll get you three hundred dollars worth of hubbas

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 gon' be no way, no how

Wow, I'm lit like a candle

And they hatin' 'cause I'm hot like a left sink handle (Biatch!!)

Uhh

[Chorus: Big Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne, Chante Bloodfaw, Tech N9ne, all]

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Too much'll make you sick

You actin' like a trick bitch

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Jellysickle sickness

Stop actin' like a trick bitch

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Too much'll make you sick

You actin' like a trick bitch

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Jellysickle sickness

Stop actin' like a trick bitch (Hah)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne & Chante Bloodfaw]

Jellysickle

Look at how that jelly trickles

Down his elbows

And you can smell those

Playa haters from Calabassas to Melrose

During his jell pose, I knocked him out of his shell toes

When I walk into the spot, them suckers suckin' on them sickles

Hate to see me shining, get to tripping when they off they ripple

I get these rappers drippin' jelly to the third degree

Most of 'em in my city never know me, but yet they heard of me

At the BET awards chillin' with The Federation

Don't forget the woman at the door givin' 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 of 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 N9na some flow spitters

But that don't mean you gotta hate

Jealousy's a sickness

Take another lick, Mitch

You actin' like a trick bitch

[Chorus: Big Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne, Chante Bloodfaw, Tech N9ne, all]

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Too much'll make you sick

You actin' like a trick bitch

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Jellysickle sickness

Stop actin' like a trick bitch

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Too much'll make you sick

You actin' like a trick bitch

Take a lick of this (What?)

Jellysickle sickness

Jellysickle sickness

Stop actin' like a trick bitch (Trick bitch, trick bitch...)