dump, bust, blast lyrics – e-40

uh (uh)
come on, ai, ai boskeezy?
ai, my, my, turn it up (burps)
hey boskeezy? hey that sh*t right there, ay
(talk to my wepolations), that sh*t.
that’s ibeen? that sh*t smibeen that sh*t ibeen?
that sh*t smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4: 15 showcasing to the max
got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
pitch black normal tint boom bap!
f*cked around and overheated my zues amp
500, oh the hoes, f*ck 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

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*t i’m outta sight
i like to get my d*ck sucked in – broad daylight
acting bad on the soil acting tough
break your *ss down like a 12-gauge and call yo’ bluff
ignore a fool, that’s what they holler
snatch his bootsy *ss up by the collar
law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
we hot like jalapenos
man, how come n*gg*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 partic*p*te
in swiss cheezin’ my clean *ss 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*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 motherf*cker over mathematics
haters gonna hate, but they don’t count n*gg* 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*gg* in your town”
*ss down in front of everybody

chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)

/ e 40 lyrics