| Song | Jellysickle |
| Artist | Tech N9ne |
| Artist | E |
| Artist | 40 |
| Album | Everready |
| 作曲 : Yates | |
| Hey, all you haters, stop | |
| Man, this be this, what? | |
| Rick rocker, | |
| T9, E-40, jellysickle, y'all | |
| They hate it when you bubble | |
| See 'em in they huddles always making 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 felling real hyphy | |
| I'ma star so | |
| I'm in with the belly pistol | |
| That’s 'cause the haters be sucking on jellysickles | |
| That mean the cycle of jealousy's real thick, man | |
| I'm feeling, it's 'bout to pop off real quick, man | |
| But I ain't trying to have the fedas come and pinch me' | |
| Cause he’s plotting on my cheddar on my minske | |
| Never tempt me the grench, so you better never | |
| Let another knell, 'nother fella come against me | |
| Off in Missouri it's jellysickle city jealousy | |
| Watching and it aint the right stare, nightmares | |
| Don’t let me go and rock the red spiked hair | |
| They hate it when | |
| I do that right there, yeah | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue | |
| Keep a real pimp game up out your mouth | |
| If I get on your line and dump two on your spine | |
| Like it a 80's drought, | |
| I'm about that | |
| Valley JoPo | |
| Po, be throwing tantrums, 'cause | |
| I live up on a hill | |
| With a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion | |
| I be all up in the dirty, where they cook them fried turkeys | |
| Be up in Houston with | |
| Mike Jones and | |
| Paul WallYou want that fast quota, | |
| I want that slow nickle | |
| Everything | |
| I got, I worked for, so quit hating on me, nigga | |
| Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon | |
| Look at these keys, look at my ride, | |
| I'ma tycoon | |
| From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers | |
| Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of hubba | |
| 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 gone be no way no how, wow | |
| I'm lit like a candle and they hating 'cause | |
| I'm hot like a left sink handle | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Jellysickle, look at how that jelly trickles | |
| Down his elbows and you can smell those | |
| Playa haters from | |
| Calabassas to | |
| MelroseDuring his jail pulls and knocked him out of his shell toes | |
| When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles | |
| Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple | |
| I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree | |
| Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me | |
| At the BET awards, chilling with the federation | |
| Never forget the woman at the door giving | |
| 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 battle | |
| A couple 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 Nina, some flow spitter’s | |
| But that don’t mean you gotta hate | |
| Jealousy’s a sickness take another lick, mitch | |
| You actin' like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch |
| zuò qǔ : Yates | |
| Hey, all you haters, stop | |
| Man, this be this, what? | |
| Rick rocker, | |
| T9, E40, jellysickle, y' all | |
| They hate it when you bubble | |
| See ' em in they huddles always making 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 felling real hyphy | |
| I' ma star so | |
| I' m in with the belly pistol | |
| That' s ' cause the haters be sucking on jellysickles | |
| That mean the cycle of jealousy' s real thick, man | |
| I' m feeling, it' s ' bout to pop off real quick, man | |
| But I ain' t trying to have the fedas come and pinch me' | |
| Cause he' s plotting on my cheddar on my minske | |
| Never tempt me the grench, so you better never | |
| Let another knell, ' nother fella come against me | |
| Off in Missouri it' s jellysickle city jealousy | |
| Watching and it aint the right stare, nightmares | |
| Don' t let me go and rock the red spiked hair | |
| They hate it when | |
| I do that right there, yeah | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue | |
| Keep a real pimp game up out your mouth | |
| If I get on your line and dump two on your spine | |
| Like it a 80' s drought, | |
| I' m about that | |
| Valley JoPo | |
| Po, be throwing tantrums, ' cause | |
| I live up on a hill | |
| With a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion | |
| I be all up in the dirty, where they cook them fried turkeys | |
| Be up in Houston with | |
| Mike Jones and | |
| Paul WallYou want that fast quota, | |
| I want that slow nickle | |
| Everything | |
| I got, I worked for, so quit hating on me, nigga | |
| Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon | |
| Look at these keys, look at my ride, | |
| I' ma tycoon | |
| From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers | |
| Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of hubba | |
| 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 gone be no way no how, wow | |
| I' m lit like a candle and they hating ' cause | |
| I' m hot like a left sink handle | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Jellysickle, look at how that jelly trickles | |
| Down his elbows and you can smell those | |
| Playa haters from | |
| Calabassas to | |
| MelroseDuring his jail pulls and knocked him out of his shell toes | |
| When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles | |
| Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple | |
| I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree | |
| Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me | |
| At the BET awards, chilling with the federation | |
| Never forget the woman at the door giving | |
| 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 battle | |
| A couple 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, | |
| E40 and Nina, some flow spitter' s | |
| But that don' t mean you gotta hate | |
| Jealousy' s a sickness take another lick, mitch | |
| You actin' like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| To much will make you sick, you acting like a trick, biatch | |
| Take a lick of this, what? | |
| Jellysickle sickness | |
| Jellysickle sickness, you acting like a trick, biatch |