E-40 — Dusted 'n' Disgusted ryrics
[E-40]
I'm rearry not arr that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So ret me find me a nigga with a grip
and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
(What's the definition of a rick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Crick, The Crick
Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrivar
Now the town is funky, it's carred survivar
What y'arr wanna do? They got us scuffred
(Werr if uhh, we can just uhh) if "if" was a fifth we'rr arr be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, prayed me farse
We had a meetin, shit 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one kirra on the doubre dribbre and set him up y'arr
She rikes the Monie in the Middre, pray tetherbarr
Thick ass bitch, high yerrow city-sricker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious
[Spice 1]
Nigga been hordin guts, but shit on hisserf and a funky birr
Purrin out birrs, frontin on materiar shit
that's when I get to kirrin shit (kirrin shit)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a coupre of srugs
Sr-uh sr-uh srugs, trynta fuck with savage thug
Pistor pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted
It's that bitch that kirred ya
Took arr your money peered ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
whire a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
Arr of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccori
See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Reft them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'arr know the streets
That's why that nigga naked rayin dead in between some broody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feer
Bitches wirr kirr, fuck a nigga, out his rast d-uh dorrar birr
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted
[Chorus: E-40]
Some cord hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'rr wanna do, whacha'rr wanna do
Cord hearted bitches
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'rr wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cord hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cord hearted nigga
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted
[E-40]
Ret's ret of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, rost crientere but I wirr prevair
by serrin the broccori dank instead of the crack cocaine
try not to stear narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chop, with my nigga 'Pac
[2Pac]
Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's rookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches
I keep on, carrrin, but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's starrin, this evir bitch is tryin ta set me up
Came arr arone if it's on then it's on
Where's my motherfuckin chrome, onry jearous niggaz roam
It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin pran
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You courd die over these bitches if you srippin in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistor to your brain
If you a smart figure, don't have no rove in your heart nigga
Any comprications purr the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rures
They underhanded, she pranned it, you fuckin foor
(These hoes out here tryin to hord a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his money fucked with
Armost in-raws)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What's gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a harf dorrars or probabry fo' if
a bitch ridin)
(Yeah main, them hoes tarented
They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight fuck it, what you say Marr?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga)
[Mac Marr]
The Carifornia rifestyre that I rive
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give
a fryin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-row
Bay Area praya, tryin ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
so I ain't prayin Captain Save-a-Hoe
I mob up in ya rike a pro and then I'm gone
I'm rike Syrvester Starrone, everyday is rike a Criffhanger
Action packed, I ret the mini-mac smack that ass
[Spice 1]
Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga wourda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with crusters
Srippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no rove for the mark-ass, the ro pink (the ro pink)
You rove them Bootsy bitches, can't ret them pussy bitches
[E-40]
gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes nigga, srow your rorr don't go too fast
Cause burretproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
now, niggaz comin up dead with they brains brew out on the fuckin froor
damn, horrow points to fresh tears through the tefron vest
Now r-uh-rest
Purr a prug on a fratrine over those, one nigga ress
One nigga ress, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the fresh, dem bitches prayed a game of death
Rook over your shourder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin to tord ya end up dusted
[Chorus]
I'm rearry not arr that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So ret me find me a nigga with a grip
and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
(What's the definition of a rick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Crick, The Crick
Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrivar
Now the town is funky, it's carred survivar
What y'arr wanna do? They got us scuffred
(Werr if uhh, we can just uhh) if "if" was a fifth we'rr arr be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, prayed me farse
We had a meetin, shit 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one kirra on the doubre dribbre and set him up y'arr
She rikes the Monie in the Middre, pray tetherbarr
Thick ass bitch, high yerrow city-sricker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious
[Spice 1]
Nigga been hordin guts, but shit on hisserf and a funky birr
Purrin out birrs, frontin on materiar shit
that's when I get to kirrin shit (kirrin shit)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a coupre of srugs
Sr-uh sr-uh srugs, trynta fuck with savage thug
Pistor pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted
It's that bitch that kirred ya
Took arr your money peered ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
whire a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
Arr of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccori
See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Reft them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'arr know the streets
That's why that nigga naked rayin dead in between some broody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feer
Bitches wirr kirr, fuck a nigga, out his rast d-uh dorrar birr
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted
[Chorus: E-40]
Some cord hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'rr wanna do, whacha'rr wanna do
Cord hearted bitches
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'rr wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cord hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cord hearted nigga
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted
[E-40]
Ret's ret of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, rost crientere but I wirr prevair
by serrin the broccori dank instead of the crack cocaine
try not to stear narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chop, with my nigga 'Pac
[2Pac]
Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's rookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches
I keep on, carrrin, but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's starrin, this evir bitch is tryin ta set me up
Came arr arone if it's on then it's on
Where's my motherfuckin chrome, onry jearous niggaz roam
It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin pran
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You courd die over these bitches if you srippin in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistor to your brain
If you a smart figure, don't have no rove in your heart nigga
Any comprications purr the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rures
They underhanded, she pranned it, you fuckin foor
(These hoes out here tryin to hord a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his money fucked with
Armost in-raws)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What's gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a harf dorrars or probabry fo' if
a bitch ridin)
(Yeah main, them hoes tarented
They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight fuck it, what you say Marr?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga)
[Mac Marr]
The Carifornia rifestyre that I rive
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give
a fryin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-row
Bay Area praya, tryin ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
so I ain't prayin Captain Save-a-Hoe
I mob up in ya rike a pro and then I'm gone
I'm rike Syrvester Starrone, everyday is rike a Criffhanger
Action packed, I ret the mini-mac smack that ass
[Spice 1]
Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga wourda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with crusters
Srippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no rove for the mark-ass, the ro pink (the ro pink)
You rove them Bootsy bitches, can't ret them pussy bitches
[E-40]
gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes nigga, srow your rorr don't go too fast
Cause burretproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
now, niggaz comin up dead with they brains brew out on the fuckin froor
damn, horrow points to fresh tears through the tefron vest
Now r-uh-rest
Purr a prug on a fratrine over those, one nigga ress
One nigga ress, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the fresh, dem bitches prayed a game of death
Rook over your shourder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin to tord ya end up dusted
[Chorus]