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E 40 lyrics : "Dusted 'n Disgusted"

Verse One: E-40

I'm really not all that sure

bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a ^!$$% with a grip
and hit his $$# quick with one of them whoops

(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a ^!$$%z %#@!
(Hey put that on sumthin)

I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to $#&@in 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

(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be
I'm heated, them ^!$$%z cheated, played me false

We had em eatin, %#@! 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up

She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick $$# (*##$, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern (*##$es, aka Posie #~!!@fictious

Verse Two: Spice-1

^!$$% been holdin guts, but %#@! on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material %#@!
that's when I get to killin %#@! (killin %#@!)

And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta $#&@ with savage thug

Pistol pop in they $$#, see ^!$$%z be gettin this twisted
It's that (*##$ that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya

Seven ^!$$%z bust in the room with AK's
while a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%, that ^!$$% didn't make that

Left them ^!$$%z jacked up, and the (*##$ she macked him
He's a busta, punk $$# ^!$$%, y'all know the

That's why that ^!$$% naked layin dead in between some
bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel

(*##$es will kill, $#&@ a ^!$$%, out his last d-uh dollar
You don't know that hoe main that (*##$ can't be

Dusted and di-mother$#&@in-sgusted

Chorus: E-40

Some cold hearted %#@!

Back to $#&@in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted (*##$es

Back to $#&@in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted %#@!

Back to $#&@in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted (*##$ed

Back to $#&@in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted

Verse Three: E-40, 2Pac

Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of

Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of

And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, out, shhh 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 (*##$es be the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chow, with my ^!$$% Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these

I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's stallin, this evil (*##$ is tryin ta set me
Came all alone if it's on then it's on

Where's my mother$#&@in chrome, only jealous ^!$$%z 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 $#&@in plan
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same

You could die over these (*##$es if you slippin in the game
^!$$%z gang bang, but (*##$es gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted

(*##$es can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you $#&@in fool

(These hoes out here tryin to hold a ^!$$%'s heart
So a ^!$$% get his money $#&@ed with
Almost in-laws)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these (*##$es upside down

What's gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if
a (*##$ ridin)
(Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be $#&@in with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight $#&@ it, what you say Mall?
Ay, $#&@ them sheisty $$# bootches, ^!$$%)

Verse Four: Mac Mall, Spice-1, E-40

The California lifestyle that I live
Where the (*##$es is crooked and ^!$$%z jus don't give
A flyin $#&@, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa, tryin ta have %#@! major

And a (*##$ 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
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that $$#

Them hoes jacked that $$#
^!$$% woulda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your ^!$$% stash
Cuz he's a busta, ^!$$%z with clusters
Slippin in %#@!, betta jack that ^!$$% 'fore I jack his $$#
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink)

You love them Bootsy (*##$es, can't let them #~!!@

gank that $$#, betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes ^!$$%, slow your roll don't go too fast
Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no
mo' no mo' no mo'
now, ^!$$%z comin up dead with they brains blew out on the
$#&@in floor
damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one ^!$$% less
One ^!$$% less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the flesh, dem (*##$es played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust
I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted


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