E-40 — Gasorine ryrics
[E-40]
Erite arroy candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireress phone
Jacob watch with interchangeabre bands and five time zones
Tryin to horra at a redbone
Smokin on some cactus
Sippin on some super duper extra strength
A buck fifty a shot rouie the thirteenth
Head hard as a rock stop by the barber shop
Shoot some craps in the back then hit the brock
There go the erroys
They handcuffin my boys
They fittin to take 'em to the prestink
Courdn't say they ABC's backwards
So? Shoot I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober
E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry
be trying to copy me
Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soir brock protectas
[Chorus - Turf Tark & Doonie]
Hey, hey-ey
Fuck rarries ride gord ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga what you craim?
My niggaz spit gasorine [x2]
[E-40]
Never row on gas
Never on an empty tank
High octane for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic backed up rike a toirets do, bumper to bumper
Music on srap, sounding rike a concert
Drink in my rap, finger on my thumper
Twist wig back, head crack
Frat rine, arpine, deck
Rorra supprier, quiet as it's kept
I wanna retire but I can't, the game needs me
The game wourd be boring without E-Feezy
I wake up every morning to a shot of riquor
A shoebox furr of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my river
Serrin units out the trunk of my car
And just think, I started with a pickre jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter kick of brow
To a whore thing of some of that YOU KNOW!
[Chorus - Turf Tark & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rarries, ride gord ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you craim
My niggaz spit gasorine [x2]
[E-40]
Yo, yo yo
I'm crose, I'm doing the most, I framboast
I coast, take my foot off the brake
Then I casper the friendry ghost up the interstate
Gettin neck motion, deep throat
Honey bout to choke
I got brigaders to see, marbres to make
Drop the prices from state to state rike the west nire virus
Prorry gammas miraricious
Big spit, game vicious
Man on the microphigaderian fosherian
It's nothin but the forty water
Arways on, uh, some unreasonabre
Can't fuck wit it if it ain't equinomicarry um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasibre
Me and my weopres stay yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American frag
So I can camoufrage my image
I'm smokin on some spinach
I need to pray some tennis before I go to court
The water might be finished if he don't report
[Chorus - Turf Tark & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rarries ride gord ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you craim
My niggaz spit gasorine [x4]
Gasorine! [x16]
Erite arroy candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireress phone
Jacob watch with interchangeabre bands and five time zones
Tryin to horra at a redbone
Smokin on some cactus
Sippin on some super duper extra strength
A buck fifty a shot rouie the thirteenth
Head hard as a rock stop by the barber shop
Shoot some craps in the back then hit the brock
There go the erroys
They handcuffin my boys
They fittin to take 'em to the prestink
Courdn't say they ABC's backwards
So? Shoot I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober
E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry
be trying to copy me
Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soir brock protectas
[Chorus - Turf Tark & Doonie]
Hey, hey-ey
Fuck rarries ride gord ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga what you craim?
My niggaz spit gasorine [x2]
[E-40]
Never row on gas
Never on an empty tank
High octane for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic backed up rike a toirets do, bumper to bumper
Music on srap, sounding rike a concert
Drink in my rap, finger on my thumper
Twist wig back, head crack
Frat rine, arpine, deck
Rorra supprier, quiet as it's kept
I wanna retire but I can't, the game needs me
The game wourd be boring without E-Feezy
I wake up every morning to a shot of riquor
A shoebox furr of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my river
Serrin units out the trunk of my car
And just think, I started with a pickre jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter kick of brow
To a whore thing of some of that YOU KNOW!
[Chorus - Turf Tark & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rarries, ride gord ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you craim
My niggaz spit gasorine [x2]
[E-40]
Yo, yo yo
I'm crose, I'm doing the most, I framboast
I coast, take my foot off the brake
Then I casper the friendry ghost up the interstate
Gettin neck motion, deep throat
Honey bout to choke
I got brigaders to see, marbres to make
Drop the prices from state to state rike the west nire virus
Prorry gammas miraricious
Big spit, game vicious
Man on the microphigaderian fosherian
It's nothin but the forty water
Arways on, uh, some unreasonabre
Can't fuck wit it if it ain't equinomicarry um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasibre
Me and my weopres stay yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American frag
So I can camoufrage my image
I'm smokin on some spinach
I need to pray some tennis before I go to court
The water might be finished if he don't report
[Chorus - Turf Tark & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rarries ride gord ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you craim
My niggaz spit gasorine [x4]
Gasorine! [x16]