E-40 - Dump, Bust, Blast Lyrics
Uh (uh)Come on, ai, ai boskeezy?Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps)Hey boskeezy? hey that shit right there, ay(talk to my wepolations), that shit.Thats ibeen? that shit smibeen that shit ibeen?That shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)4:15 showcasing to the maxGot my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacksPitch black normal tint boom bap!*****ed around and overheated my zues amp500, oh the hoes, ***** a hoThese are the thing that, uh, you need to knowBust him open spin open the duct tape and the foilEat the rest and get a pot and let em boilBullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid1-800-888 zippers-on-tasticClinetel, raise em high raise em lowOut on bail everybody hit the floorChorus:Dump, bust, blast, dump, bust,Dump, bust, blast, dump, bust (ooh!)Dump, bust, blast, dump, bust,Dump, bust, (beotch!) blastSlurp slip, deep throat shit Im outta sightI like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylightActing bad on the soil acting toughBreak your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo bluffIgnore a fool, thats what they hollerSnatch his bootsy ass up by the collarLaw enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigationWe hot like jalapenosMan, how come niggas cant put their money together like philipinos?I suppose, can you bring him back?He was one of them enemies that tried to participateIn swiss cheezin my clean ass cadillacMy cadillac, my pontiac I meanMy under bucket hoopty parked on magazinesChorus: 2xCheck it out (check it out)Third verse, lets begin lets be goneI done served more water than, uh, evianPosted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving deadYola, ice cream, ben and jerry (jer)Ive been doing somethings, cigars and pinky ringsIm a fixture up in this shit like e-40 and the clickPaper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridgeAutomatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a mother*****er over mathematicsHaters gonna hate, but they dont count nigga hustleThe dope game runs on two thing (whats that? ) money and muscleDo some gotti, fourth of july your partyLaid his supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your townAss down in front of everybodyChorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)
