E-40, Mac Mall, Spice 1, 2Pac - Dusted ‘n' Disgusted lyrics

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
Shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
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)
If it was a fifth, we'll all be drunk
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
Aka 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
Pistol pop in they ass
See, niggas be gettin' this twisted
It's that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money, peeled 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
Dusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

(Some cold hearted shit)
Back to fuckin' work
One of the homies jus got dusted
What y'all wanna do what ya'll wanna do?
(Cold hearted bitches) back to fuckin' work
One of the homies just got dusted
What y'all wanna do? I
Never trusted them bustas
(Some cold hearted shit)
Back to fuckin' work
One of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
(And it's them cold hearted nigga)
Back to fuckin' work
One of the homies just got dusted
Dusted and disgusted

Let's let off some 2O3s 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
Revenge on the r uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch
Lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead
Of the crack cocaine trumps
That steal narcotics
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
(Uh) 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

(Richie Rich: These hoes out here
Tryin' to hold niggas hostage
So a nigga get his
Muthafuckin' balls involved)
(2Pac: Things happen when you turn
These bitches upside down
What's gonna happen?, Richie Rich: Uhh
Three and a half dollars will probably
Fall up out a bitch pocket)
(Mac Mall: yeah, mayne
Them hoes hella stupid
They fuck with mo' MC's than Jack the Rapper)
(E-40: What you say, Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga)

The California lifestyle
(California lifestyle) that I live
Where the bitches is
(Uh) crooked and niggas just don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck
Smokin' on a Taylor
Bay Area player, tryna have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
So I ain't playin' Captain Save-a-Ho (yeah)
I mob up in ya
(Uh) 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

Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on that hash
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)
He let them bootsee bitches gank

Can't let them bootsee bitches gank that ass
Better hide your cash and check her pass
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
I'm tryna told ya, end up dusted

(Some cold hearted shit)
Back to fuckin' work
One of the homies just got dusted
What y'all wanna do what y'all wanna do?
(Cold hearted bitches) back to fuckin' work
One of the homies just got dusted
What y'all wanna do? I
Never trusted them bustas
(It's some cold hearted shit)
Back to fuckin' work
One of the homies just got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
(And it's them cold hearted nigga)
Back to fuckin' work
One of the homies just got dusted
Dusted and disgusted