Siccmade House - Brotha Lynch Hung

You don’t need that weed

Need to get up out that muthafucka, take a break

The Siccmade House

Been around these siccmade niggas for many moons now

Nigga always tell when you in the Siccmade House

The air is of a brisk nature, it’s fast and cold

Yet you can’t see shit

It’s like a dark film or black pollution right in front of your nose

And the smell—ha ha ha ha ha ha…

The smell is that of pussy, malt liquor, and weed

Yes, my friend, can always tell when you at the Siccmade House