E-40 - Dump, Bust, Blast lyrics

Uh (uh) Come on, ai, ai boskeezy? Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps) Hey boskeezy? hey that sh** right there, ay (talk to my wepolations), that sh**. That's ibeen? that sh** smibeen that sh** ibeen? That sh** smibeen, ooh (ooh) 4:15 showcasing to the max Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks Pitch black normal tint boom bap! f**ed around and overheated my zues amp 500, oh the hoes, f** a ho These are the thing that, uh, you need to know Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid 1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic Clinetel, raise 'em high raise 'em low Out on bail everybody hit the floor Chorus: Dump, bust, blast, dump, bust, Dump, bust, blast, dump, bust (ooh!) Dump, bust, blast, dump, bust, Dump, bust, (beotch!) blast Slurp slip, deep throat sh** i'm outta sight I like to get my dick s**ed in - broad daylight Acting bad on the soil acting tough Break your a** down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff Ignore a fool, that's what they holler Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation We hot like jalapenos Man, how come n***as can't put their money together like philipinos? I suppose, can you bring him back? He was one of them enemies that tried to participate In swiss cheezin' my clean a** cadillac My cadillac, my pontiac i mean My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines Chorus: 2x Check it out (check it out) Third verse, let's begin lets be gone I done served more water than, uh, evian Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead Yola, ice cream, ben and jerry (jer) I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings I'm a fixture up in this sh** like e-40 and the click Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man i k** a motherf**er over mathematics Haters gonna hate, but they don't count n***a hustle The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle Do some gotti, fourth of july your party Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest n***a in your town" Ass down in front of everybody Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)