Bosko - Dump, Bust, Blast lyrics

[Intro: E-40] Uh (Uh) Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy? Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps) Hey Boskeezy? Hey that sh** right there, ay (talk to my wepolations), that sh** That's ibeen? That sh** smibeen that sh** ibeen? That sh** 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**ed around and overheated my Zues amp 500, oh the hoes, f** 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** I'm outta sight I like to get my dick s**ed in - broad daylight Acting bad on the soil acting tough Break your a** down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff Ignore a fool, that's what they holler Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation We hot like jalapenos Man, how come n***as 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 a** 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** 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 k** a motherf**er over mathematics Haters gonna hate, but they don't count n***a 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***a in your town" Ass down in front of everybody [Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)]