Verse 1
C
Am
It's just like moonshine,
Em
had you on your face
C
I mean you'll be splattering
Am
an d what not next thing you know you
Em
don't know how you got home
C
I mean this shit is so
damn serious playboy
Em
G
I mean this shit remind
C
me of pruno
Em
or something like that you dig what I say
G
C
But anyway, I'm so tau
Look like my eyes been stitched
together with stitches
Em
Ho hoppin' around with these bitches,
G
C
get your garbage, jump with crickets
But you know me, the life of the party,
slurricanethel
Em
G
Too much of me'll make you
C
fight your folks at Dr. Jekyll
Like the other day,
I got too many swallows
Em
G
Had them niggas actin' bad
at the club with them hollows
C
Havin' limp dick problems,
tryna get it up
Em
G
Well, oh well, one cup of me'll
have your shit on stale
C
I wakes up in the morning
and I'm separated
Em
G
In the back with my homies
C
and I so hate it
Grenadine,
he be trippin' cause they don't respect him
Em
G
That nigga rum, man that nigga gets dumb
C
I can't wait until they mix me,
Em
I'm going in they mouth
G
Down they throat,
into they kidneys
C
Hurricanes,
having motherfuckers
Em
seeing things
Currents juice,
C
watch when I get loose
Em
Hurricane, but you can call
G
me Slurricane
C
Slurricane,
Em
strumming up to start
G
C
an engine
Em
Hurricane, but you can call
G
Em
me Slurricane
C
Slurricane,
Em
G
strong enough to start an engine man
C
I'm pervin', swervin',
fuckin' with tycoon shit
Em
G
Shit, it's time to swip up another mix
C
Smob to the stove, oh, it's 151
Got to catch Charlie before we close
Too many hoes at the studio that ain't lit
Em
G
I likes to bring out the
freak in the nasty
C
Studio Tone,
Em
pop on that shit that Vinny wrote
C
My crampons got hot, seats wet and all
Em
G
That Hurricane Ethel ain't no joke,
it'll make a player fall
C
Creepy eyes on a sticky broad
Em
G
Puff a fool, straight jack'll
make him think I'm ill or all
C
Nah, nah, hit a VD, can't be greedy,
gotta stay strong
Em
G
But if I get broken up in
Xem, I can't go wrong
C
This Tricky Juice'll have
a fool on his face
Em
Worse than that bumpy face,
G
he ain't with no fuckin' chance
C
Em
Hurricane, but you can call
G
me Slurricane
C
Slurricane,
Em
G
strong enough to start an engine, man
C
Em
Hurricane, but you can call
G
me Slurricane
C
Slurricane,
Em
G
strong enough to start an engine, man
C
Light up the motherfuckin' indoor weed
Em
G
Me and my niggas at the bar key
Em
C
Walkin' through the joint,
I don't stumble
Em
They bumpin' the bumble, face lock,
G
I hate the taste, but now I'm humble
C
Whisper to a bitch, baby,
I been watchin' you
Em
G
But when I'm pervin',
everything be lookin' cute
C
So if you get to boot with my hangover,
sober
Em
G
Don't even trip,
get yo' shit out my Range Rover
C
I guess to put it how the Spanish fly,
non -defeant
Em
G
Influence yo' bitch to go both ways
and eat her best friend
C
Shit lock down, motherfucker,
don't be carin'
Em
G
Who ridin' with my dank cousin,
Victor Baron?
C
Hurricane, but you can call me Slurricane
Em
G
Strong enough to start an engine line
Biatch!
C
And that's what we do for the 1995
Em
And we out this biatch
C
Em
G
Hurricane, but you can call me Slurricane
C
Slurricane,
Em
G
strong enough to start an engine line
C
Em
G
Em
Hurricane, but you can call me Slurricane
C
Slurricane,
Em
G
strong enough to start an engine,
C
man
Em
G
Hurricane, but you can call me Slurricane
C
Slurricane,
Em
G
strong enough to start an engine, man
C
Em
G
Hurricane, but you can call me Slurricane
C
Slurricane,
Em
G
strong enough to start an engine,
C
Em
man
G
C
Em
G
C
I'm so down, I'm so down
Em
G
C
Em
I'm so down, I'm so
Hurricane
E‐40, The Click
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