E-40 - Beatin' the Trunk Loose lyrics

[Verse 1:] It's wicked and merciless in my region, hooligans Full of knuckleheads, k**as and heathens Cause n***as with dark hearts desire to stop n***as from breathin Ugh listen he signal for a fair catch but they still hit him Can't be half a** hustlin and catin off Can't be loose as a p**no p**y that's how you get your head cut off Yea so you serve for some off f** change enough to buy a flying s**m When they call in the ballation there ain't no competition Blowin b**hes mind like engine, blowin pistin Big spliffing smokin a taylor to the fingernail Holdin my breath until i turn pale Sending packages in the mail prepared to post bail To catch me they going put a hussla under the jail I bear it not generic man you heard me Exercising, calisthenics doin bourbons [Chorus:] Front buses, bussin, smokin, puffin, suits and jumpin Drinkin, rushin, boots and subbin Headache bufferin, loud enough to bust your bumpkin Beatin' the trunk loose [x8] [Verse 2:] Ugh when the drama's drawn things s**ed up s**ed up But you can deep fry it like a burrito in front the taco truck In the inner city no pity for the healthy or the sickly It's filthy it's dusty man ripley's won't believe it They gnarly, they party it's hella turnt Play with the fire you gonna get burnt Get faith get em up put down the weapons I don't don't want that stanky b**h you can have my sloppy seconds I drinks gin and vodka stupid poppin my colla Got a way with my words like barak On the toilet readin the fader Magazine with my magazine and my cater [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Ugh fresh up outta the parkin lot blabbin My car is a tourist attraction f**er let me drop my drinks louis shots Finger on my Glock blame the girls i pop Pow pow pow made him pay Off with his head he wasn't using it anyway Ugh play too much Running aroun talkin tuff like he can't get touched Anybody can get it you name it i done did it Ain't tellin on myself though i'll never admit it But you there saw how it ended i'll never regret Me and my n***as in the can fo bald headed and dreaded Ugh heavy on the grind That n***as name should never be mentioned in the same breath as mine [Chorus:] Front buses, bussin, smokin, puffin, suits and jumpin Drinkin, rushin, boots and subbin Headache bufferin, loud enough to bust your bumpkin Beatin' the trunk loose [x8] Po-po-pump-o [x5] Beatin' the trunk loose [x8]