Jellysickle Tech N9ne (Ft. E-40)

[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