E 40 - "Dump Bust Blast" lyrics
*** Complimentary Dump Bust Blast Ringtone ***
Uh (Uh) Come on I I Boskeezy' I my my turn it up (burps)
that
shit. That's ibeen' That shit smibeen that shit ibeen' That shit
Hey Boskeezy' Hey that shit right there I (talk to me willpalations)
ooh (ooh)
smibeen
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
500 oh the hoes fuck a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
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 (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Slurp slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
I like to get my dick sucked in broad daylight
You know if, ooh, that's what they holler
that
shit. That's ibeen' That shit smibeen that shit ibeen' That shit
Hey Boskeezy' Hey that shit right there I (talk to me willpalations)
ooh (ooh)
smibeen
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
500 oh the hoes fuck a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
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 (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Slurp slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
I like to get my dick sucked in broad daylight
You know if, ooh, that's what they holler
Break your ass down like 12-gauge Doyle bluff
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation we
Snatch his boosty ass up by the collar
hot
like jalapenos
Man, how come niggas 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'
clean ass Cadillac
my
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, Avion
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I'm a big screw 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
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that') money and muscle
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town" ass
infront of everybody
Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking down
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation we
Snatch his boosty ass up by the collar
hot
like jalapenos
Man, how come niggas 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'
clean ass Cadillac
my
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, Avion
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I'm a big screw 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
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that') money and muscle
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town" ass
infront of everybody
Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking down
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