E-40 - Gasoline lyrics
[E-40 - Gasoline lyrics]
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 suckers up in this industry
Be trying to copy me
Trend setta, game markin decta
Vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas
Hey, hey-ey fuck rallies ride gold ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga what you claim?
My niggas spit gasoline
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 grit's
And turkey sausage for my liver
Sellin unit's 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!
Hey, hey fuck rallies, ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you claim
My niggas spit gasoline
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 fuck 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
Hey, hey fuck rallies ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you claim
My niggas spit gasoline
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 suckers up in this industry
Be trying to copy me
Trend setta, game markin decta
Vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas
Hey, hey-ey fuck rallies ride gold ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga what you claim?
My niggas spit gasoline
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 grit's
And turkey sausage for my liver
Sellin unit's 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!
Hey, hey fuck rallies, ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you claim
My niggas spit gasoline
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 fuck 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
Hey, hey fuck rallies ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you claim
My niggas spit gasoline