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E-40

"Dump, Bust, Blast"

[Intro: 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)

[E-40]
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

[Chorus:]
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast

[E-40]
Slurp slip, deep throat sh*t I'm outta sight
I like to get my di*k 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 n*ggas 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]

[E-40]
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*gga 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*gga in your town"
Ass down in front of everybody

[Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)]

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