Name: Dusted 'N' Disgusted (feat. 2Pac, Mac Mall & Spice 1)
Duration: 4 min 29 s
Description: Слушайте песню Dusted 'N' Disgusted (feat. 2Pac, Mac Mall & Spice 1) - E-40 онлайн с альбома In A Major Way в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:29. Год выхода - 1995

In A Major Way

E-40

Intro

Chip In Da Phone

Da Bumble

Sideways (feat. B-Legit & Mac Shon)

Spittin'

Sprinkle Me (feat. Suga-T)

Outta Bounds

1-Luv (feat. Leviti)

Smoke 'N' Drank

Dey Ain't No

H.I. Double L.

Dusted 'N' Disgusted (feat. 2Pac, Mac Mall & Spice 1)

I'm really not all that sure about when things is finna mature

So let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with one of them licks

(What's the definition of a lick?) Takin' a nigga's shit

(Ayy, put that on somethin') I put that on The Click, The Click

Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies just got dusted

Time to do some dirt, uh, I never trusted them bustas

Now the town is funkin', it's called survival

What y'all wanna do? They got us skunked (well, if, uh, we can just, uh)

I'm heated, them niggas cheated, played me false

We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed

I noticed one killer on the double dribble and set him up, y'all

She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball

Thick-ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker

Scarecrow crevice something vicious A.K.A. Posie Pussyfictitious

See niggas don't hold 'em guts, but shit on theyself when the funk get's real

Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material shit

That's when I get to killin' shit (killin' shit)

And settin' him up and havin' him catchin' a couple of slugs

Slu–uh–slu–uh–slugs tryna fuck with savage thug

See, niggas be gettin' this twisted, it's that bitch that killed ya

Seven niggas bust in the room with AKs while a nigga be puttin' on his jimmy

All of a sudden, they shoot up your nutsack before you can hit the broccoli

See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money

Left them niggas jacked up, and the bitch she macked him

He's a busta, punk ass nigga, don't know the streets

That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets

It's just a part of the game he didn't feel

Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill

You don't know that ho, mayne, that bitch can't be trusted

(Some cold-hearted shit), back to fuckin' work

What y'all wanna do, what y'all wanna do?

(Cold-hearted bitches), back to fuckin' work

I never trusted them bustas (and it's them cold-hearted nigga)

Let's let off some 203s on the other side of t-uh-town

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

And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range

Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail

By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine trumps

When it's funkin' season, bitches be the reason

Why the smoke be coming up out the chop with my nigga 'Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? (Uh), my future's lookin' sick

I'm in my rag hittin' switches, I'm suspicious of these bitches

I keep on, calllin', but ain't nobody pickin' up

I think she's stallin' (stallin'), this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up (uh)

Came all alone, if it's on, then it's on (on)

Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggas' dome

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 ho, you know the fuckin' plan

Can't understand but the things ain't the same

You could die over these bitches, if you slippin' in the game

Niggas gangbang (gangbang), but bitches gangbang too

Give up that good thang, nigga, put that pistol to your brain (uh)

If you a smart figure, don't have no love in your heart, nigga

Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted

Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules

They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool

These hoes out here tryin' to hold niggas hostage

So a nigga get his motherfuckin' balls involved

Ay, things happen when you turn these bitches upside down

Uh, three and a half dollars will probably fall up out a bitch pocket

They fuck with mo' MC's than Jack the Rapper

Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga

The California lifestyle that I live (the California lifestyle)

Where the bitches is crooked and niggas just don't give

A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on a Taylor

And a bitch won't save ya, so I ain't playin' Captain Save-a-Ho (yeah)

I mob up in ya like a Brougham, and then I'm gone

I'm like Sylvester Stallone (Sylvester Stallone), every day is like a Cliffhanger

Action packed, I let the mini-MAC sting ya

Can't have my cash (uh), better go and take your nigga stash

'Cause he's a busta (busta), niggas with clusters, slippin' and shit (yeah)

Better jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass, bitch (yeah)

Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink)

Can't let them bootsee bitches gank that ass

Pump your brakes, nigga, slow your roll, don't go too fast

'Cause bulletproof ain't doin' no good no mo', no mo', no mo', no mo'

Now, niggas comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor

Damn, hollow points to face, Teflon, through the vest, now r-uh-rest

Pull the plug on the flatline, no puh-ulse, one nigga less

One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West

Fresh in the flesh, them bitches play the game of death

Look over your shoulder, watch your back, don't even trust it

Слушайте песню Dusted 'N' Disgusted (feat. 2Pac, Mac Mall & Spice 1) - E-40 онлайн с альбома In A Major Way в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:29. Год выхода - 1995

Dusted 'N' Disgusted (feat. 2Pac, Mac Mall & Spice 1)

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