Turf Talk , E-40, Goldie of The Federation - Head Bust Shit lyrics

[Turf Talk , E-40, Goldie of The Federation - Head Bust Shit lyrics]

Turf Talk! E-Feezy!
Goldie!

Ain't my youngins on the block
Got them things that pop
(Got them things that pop) except my turf
They all know they don't play on the block
(They don't play on the block)
We just fight over dice, came back
Who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?)
We checked up, we throw up
Smoke all your pot, nigga what?!
This is head
(Head) , bust (Bust) , shit (Shit)
What? (What?) lay it
(Lay it) , busted (Busted) , up, quick
What? (What?)
Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what?
(What?)
Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what?
(What?)

I'm a motherfuckin' beast from
The North Cal' streets
Takin' fools my attitude
Niggas know how I eat
I bleed the block, barefoot
No socks and shoes on my feet
And small shockers who do stylin'
100-degree heat okay, now wait a minute
Things want me to get gangsta with it
I'ma bring some AKs up in it
Grenades up in it
First he has to drink AIDS up in it
Smash-mouth my niggas playin' keys
Pray on the weed, savin' the heat know down
Not deep as around here 'less I say so
Comprende? (Capeesh?)
Hot like firecrackers and J-Lo's twat
We got things for the lil'
For em' half chickens, the quillow block
That thang go RRAH! Hit you in yo' two
Dick-suckas' tryna move all my turf
I even give it to my customers
Can't smoke shit
Put a nigga with extendo clip
Damage all up in your shit, hookin' up tombs
Feel it in your wrist
Purple pulse, slumped down on yo' porch
Blunt still burnin' 707, we early
Niggas is just learnin' our hood!

Ain't my youngins on the block
Got them things that pop
(Got them things that pop) except my turf
They all know they don't play on the block
(They don't play on the block)
We just fight over dice, came back
Who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?)
We checked up, we throw up
Smoke all your pot, nigga what?!
This is head
(Head) , bust (Bust) , shit (Shit)
What? (What?) lay it
(Lay it) , busted (Busted) , up, quick
What? (What?)
Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what?
(What?)
Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what?
(What?)

Got that coal, 'pane and
Licorice, when we solvin', we hittin' shit
When that funky be carry Ks and
Stay out them Mountie wings
Franchise nigga with the grill
(With the grill)
Bathroom stall hurtin', quit fuckin'
With the pills, aah
Kinda under-influenced on some fluids
I blew it off of the toxic
Lookin' for targets, 'cause my pockets online
(Online) and a ho gotta be about dough
Well little my 'dro is paid for the El 'Co
(El 'Co) i know some tints on that bitch
Or some switches for that low-low (Low-low)
Bang to the boogie, say out-jump the boogie
West Coast dirty
You're fuckin' with the rookie (Biatch)
Catch me if you can on the boulevard
(Boulevard) ain't nobody rappin' like him
'cause it's too hard (Awh)

Ain't my youngins on the block
Got them things that pop
(Got them things that pop) except my turf
They all know they don't play on the block
(They don't play on the block)
We just fight over dice, came back
Who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?)
We checked up, we throw up
Smoke all your pot, nigga what?!
This is head
(Head) , bust (Bust) , shit (Shit)
What? (What?) lay it
(Lay it) , busted (Busted) , up, quick
What? (What?)
Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what?
(What?)
Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what?
(What?)

Look here blowin' tweed, gettin' ki
Feelin' like a million bucks (Bucks)
Hemi truck, Hennessey, 223 deluxe (luxe)
Twisted up, wetted up, let it dry
Blaze it up
Bleed the block, pack a chop', pack it up
Bite it up
Dreadlocks and P-coats and D-boys and chops
(Chops)
Yay' boys and Elroys and weed spots and crops
(Crops) they keep saggin', man (Man)
In my Dodge Magnum, man (Man)
Sittin' on top or do somethin', man
Paint say color, risk scandal lips
Lovin' life, shootin' dice, Harley bikes
High off snipes takin' flights, limo lights
'round the world 'bout once or twice

Ain't my youngins on the block
Got them things that pop
(Got them things that pop) except my turf
They all know they don't play on the block
(They don't play on the block)
We just fight over dice, came back
Who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?)
We checked up, we throw up
Smoke all your pot, nigga what?!
This is head
(Head) , bust (Bust) , shit (Shit)
What? (What?) lay it
(Lay it) , busted (Busted) , up, quick
What? (What?)
Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what?
(What?)
Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what?
(What?) ain't my youngins on the block
Got them things that pop
(Got them things that pop) except my turf
They all know they don't play on the block
(They don't play on the block)
We just fight over dice, came back
Who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?)
We checked up, we throw up
Smoke all your pot, nigga what?!
This is head
(Head) , bust (Bust) , shit (Shit)
What? (What?) lay it
(Lay it) , busted (Busted) , up, quick
What? (What?)
Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what?
(What?)
Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what?
(What?)

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