dump, bust, blast
Singer:e-40
hey boskeezy? hey that shit right there
that shit. that's ibeen? that shit smibeen that shit ibeen?
4:15 showcasing to the max
got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
pitch black normal tint boom bap!
fucked around and overheated my zues amp
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
raise 'em high raise 'em low
out on bail everybody hit the floor
deep throat shit i'm outta sight
i like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
acting bad on the soil acting tough
break your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
snatch his bootsy ass up by the collar
law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
how come niggas can't put their money together like philipinos?
he was one of them enemies that tried to participate
in swiss cheezin' my clean ass cadillac
my under bucket hoopty parked on magazines
i done served more water than
posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
i've been doing somethings
i'm a fixture up in this shit 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 kill a motherfucker over mathematics
but they don't count nigga hustle
the dope game runs on two thing money and muscle
fourth of july your party
laid his supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town"