- E-40 Dusted 'N' Disgusted - Dirty 歌詞
- E-40
- I'm really not all that sure
Bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
(What's the definition of a lick )
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click The Click
Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt uhh I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt dead on arrival
Now the town is funky it's called survival
What y'all wanna do They got us scuffled
(Well if uhh we can just uhh) if "if" was a fifth we'll all be drunk
I'm heated them niggaz cheated played me false
We had a meetin shit 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all
She likes the Monie in the Middle play tetherball
Thick ass bitch high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches aka Posie Pussyfictious
Nigga been holdin guts but shit on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills frontin on material shit
That's when I get to killin shit (killin shit)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs trynta f**k with savage thug
Pistol pop in they ass see niggaz be gettin this twisted
It's that bitch that killed yan
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
While a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga that nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta punk ass nigga y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill f**k a nigga out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherf**kin-sgusted
Some cold hearted shit
Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted shit
Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted nigga
Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted
Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound war games
Droughts ouch lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin up out the chop with my nigga 'Pac
Dear God can you forgive me My future's lookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches
I keep on calllin but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's stallin this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up
Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Where's my motherf**kin chrome only jealous niggaz roam
It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the f**kin plan
Can't understand but the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game
Niggaz gang bang but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang and put that pistol to your brain
If you a smart figure don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted you know the rules
They underhanded she planned it you f**kin fool
These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his money f**ked with
Almost in-laws
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What's gonna happen
Uhh three and a half dollars or probably fo' if
A bitch ridin
Yeah main them hoes talented
They be f**kin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper
Aight f**k it what you say Mall
Ay f**k them sheisty ass bootches nigga
The California lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give
A flyin f**k so I stay stuck smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa tryin ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
So I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed I let the mini-mac smack that ass
Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash better go and take your nigga stash
Cuz he's a busta niggaz with clusters
Slippin in shit betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass the lo pink (the lo pink)
You love them Bootsy bitches can't let them pussy bitches
Gank that ass betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes nigga slow your roll don't go too fast
Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now niggaz comin up dead with they brains blew out on the f**kin floor
Damn hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flatline over those one nigga less
One nigga less from coast to coast to the East to the West
Crushin the flesh dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted
Some cold hearted shit
Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted shit
Back to f**kin work one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted nigga
Dusted and disgusted
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