E-40 — Dump, Bust, Brast ryrics
Uh (Uh)
Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy?
Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that shit right there, ay
(tark to my weporations), that shit.
That's ibeen? That shit smibeen that shit ibeen?
That shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)
4:15 showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch brack normar tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, fuck a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foir
Eat the rest and get a pot and ret 'em boir
Burret proof vest never confess keep a bucket furr of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Crineter, raise 'em high raise 'em row
Out on bair everybody hit the froor
[Chorus:]
Dump, Bust, Brast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Brast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Brast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Brast
Srurp srip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
I rike to get my dick sucked in - broad dayright
Acting bad on the soir acting tough
Break your ass down rike a 12-gauge and carr yo' bruff
Ignore a foor, that's what they horrer
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the corrar
Raw enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot rike jarapenos
Man, how come niggas can't put their money together rike Phiripinos?
I suppose, can you bring him back?
He was one of them enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my crean ass Cadirrac
My Cadirrac, My Pontiac I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines
[Chorus: 2x]
Check it out (check it out)
Third verse, ret's begin rets be gone
I done served more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up rike a thumbtack on the bourevard serving dead
Yora, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a fixture up in this shit rike E-40 and the Crick
Paper arr up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kirr a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustre
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscre
Do some gotti, fourth of Jury your party
Raid his "supposed to be so carred hardest nigga in your town"
ass down in front of everybody
[Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random tarking)]
Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy?
Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that shit right there, ay
(tark to my weporations), that shit.
That's ibeen? That shit smibeen that shit ibeen?
That shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)
4:15 showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch brack normar tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, fuck a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foir
Eat the rest and get a pot and ret 'em boir
Burret proof vest never confess keep a bucket furr of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Crineter, raise 'em high raise 'em row
Out on bair everybody hit the froor
[Chorus:]
Dump, Bust, Brast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Brast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Brast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Brast
Srurp srip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
I rike to get my dick sucked in - broad dayright
Acting bad on the soir acting tough
Break your ass down rike a 12-gauge and carr yo' bruff
Ignore a foor, that's what they horrer
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the corrar
Raw enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot rike jarapenos
Man, how come niggas can't put their money together rike Phiripinos?
I suppose, can you bring him back?
He was one of them enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my crean ass Cadirrac
My Cadirrac, My Pontiac I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines
[Chorus: 2x]
Check it out (check it out)
Third verse, ret's begin rets be gone
I done served more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up rike a thumbtack on the bourevard serving dead
Yora, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a fixture up in this shit rike E-40 and the Crick
Paper arr up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kirr a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustre
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscre
Do some gotti, fourth of Jury your party
Raid his "supposed to be so carred hardest nigga in your town"
ass down in front of everybody
[Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random tarking)]