Rick Rock - Gasoline lyrics

[E-40] Elite alloy candy coated custom paint Verizon wireless phone Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones Tryin to holla at a redbone Smokin on some cactus Sippin on some super duper extra strength A buck fifty a shot Louis the Thirteenth Head hard as a rock stop by the barber shop Shoot some craps in the back then hit the block There go the elroys They handcuffin my boys They fittin to take 'em to the prestink Couldn't say they ABC's backwards (it's over) Shoot I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of these s**ers up in this industry Be trying to copy me Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas (Chorus) [Turf Talk & Doonie] Hey, hey-ey f** rallies ride gold ones mang Sick Wid It n***a what you claim? My n***as spit gasoline (x2) [E-40] Never low on gas Never on an empty tank High octane for the brain, puffin on some dank Traffic backed up like a toilet stool, bumper to bumper Music on slap, sounding like a concert Drink in my lap, finger on my thumper Twist wig back, head crack Flat line, alpine, deck Yolla supplier, quiet as it's kept I wanna retire but I can't, the game needs me The game would be boring without E-Feezy I wake up every morning to a shot of liquor A shoebox full of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver Sellin units out the trunk of my car And just think, I started with a pickle jar From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter kick of blow To a whole thing of some of that YOU KNOW! (Chorus) [Turf Talk & Doonie] Hey, hey f** rallies, ride gold ones mang Sick wid it n***a what you claim My n***as spit gasoline (x2) [E-40] Yo, yo yo I'm close, I'm doing the most, I flamboast I coast, take my foot off the brake Then I casper the friendly ghost up the interstate Gettin neck motion, deep throat Honey bout to choke I got brigadels to see, marbles to make Drop the prices from state to state like the west nile virus Polygamist miralicious Big spit, game vicious Man on the microphigadelian foshelian It's nothin but the forty water Always on, uh, some unreasonable Can't f** wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible Me and my weoples stay yaypered up Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American flag So I can camouflage my image I'm smokin on some spinach I need to play some tennis before I go to court The water might be finished if he don't report (Chorus) [Turf Talk & Doonie] Hey, hey f** rallies ride gold ones mang Sick wid it n***a what you claim My n***as spit gasoline (x4) Gasoline! (x16)