Dump, Bust, Blast (Clean)歌词
歌手：E-40 专辑：The Element Of Surprise
作词 : Earl Stevens/Bosko Kante
作曲 : Earl Stevens/Bosko Kante
Uh (uh)
Come on, ai, ai boskeezy?
Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps)
Hey boskeezy? hey that ************t right there, ay
(talk to my wepolations), that ************t.
That's ibeen? that ************t smibeen that ************t ibeen?
That ************t smibeen, ooh (ooh)
4:15 showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint boom bap!
****** around and overheated my zues amp
500, oh the hoes, ****** 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 ************t i'm outta sight
I like to get my ************ sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot like jalapenos
Man, how come ******s 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 ass 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 ************t 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 mother****** over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count ****** hustle
The **** 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 ****** in your town"
Ass down in front of everybody
Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)
作曲 : Earl Stevens/Bosko Kante
Uh (uh)
Come on, ai, ai boskeezy?
Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps)
Hey boskeezy? hey that ************t right there, ay
(talk to my wepolations), that ************t.
That's ibeen? that ************t smibeen that ************t ibeen?
That ************t smibeen, ooh (ooh)
4:15 showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint boom bap!
****** around and overheated my zues amp
500, oh the hoes, ****** 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 ************t i'm outta sight
I like to get my ************ sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot like jalapenos
Man, how come ******s 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 ass 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 ************t 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 mother****** over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count ****** hustle
The **** 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 ****** in your town"
Ass down in front of everybody
Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)
