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Viewing Lyrics for Dump Bust Blast:

Artist:E 40
No album artwork found
Album:The Element Of Surprise
Track:Dump Bust Blast
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:1166
 
Lyrics:Uh (Uh) Come on I I Boskeezy? I my my turn it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that shit
right there I (talk to me willpalations)
that
shit. That's ibeen? That shit
smibeen that shit ibeen? That shit
smibeen
ooh (ooh)
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
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
Slurp slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight

I like to get my dick sucked in broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough

Break your ass down like 12-gauge Doyle bluff
You know if, ooh, that's what they
holler
Snatch his boosty ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my
dudes up under investigation we
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'
my
clean ass
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, Avion
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 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
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count
nigga 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 nigga in your
town" ass
down
infront of everybody
Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of
random talking
 
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