Dusted ’n’ Disgusted Lyrics by E-40Verse one: e-40Im really not all that sure Bout when things is finna mature So let me find me a nigga with a grip And hit his ass quick with one of them whoops (whats the definition of a lick? ) Taking a niggaz shit (hey put that on sumthin) I put that on the click, the click Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky, its called survival What yall wanna do? they got us scuffled (bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk Im heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false We had em eatin, shit posed to been squashed I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up yall She likes the monie in the middle, play tetherball Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow creepin southern bitches, aka posie pussyfictious Verse two: spice-1 Nigga been holdin guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit Thats when I get to killin shit (killin shit) And settin im up and havin im catchin a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted Its that bitch that killed ya Took all your money peeled ya Seven niggaz bust in the room with aks While a nigga be puttin on his jimmy All of a sudden they shoot up your vuitton Before you can hit the broccoli See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didnt make that money Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him Hes a busta, punk ass nigga, yall know the streets Thats why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets Its just a part of the game he didnt feel Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill You dont know that hoe main that bitch cant be trusted Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted Chorus: e-40 Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whachall wanna do, whachall wanna do Cold hearted bitches Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whachall 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 its them cold hearted bitched Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Dusted and disgusted Verse three: e-40, 2pac Lets let of some two or threes 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, out, shhh lost clientele but I will prevail By sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine Try not to steal narcotics When these punk mcs and bitches be the reason why The smoke be comin up out the chow, with my nigga pac Dear god, can you forgive me? my futures lookin sick Im in my rag hittin switches Im suspicious of these bitches I keep on, calllin, but aint nobody pickin up I think shes stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up Came all alone if its on then its on Wheres my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam Its a war zone (war zone) but Im a man so with gun in hand Im on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan Cant understand, but the things aint the same You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain If you was smart figure, dont have no love in your heart nigga Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted Bitches cant be trusted, you know the rules They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool (these hoes out here tryin to hold a niggas heart So a nigga get his money fucked with Almost in-laws) Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down Whats gonna happen (uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo if A bitch ridin) (yeah main, them hoes talented They be fuckin with mo mcs at jack the rapper) (aight fuck it, what you say mall? Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga) Verse four: mac mall, spice-1, e-40 The california lifestyle that I live Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus dont give A flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low Bay area playa, tryin ta have shit major And a bitch wont save ya So I aint playin captain save a hoe I mob up in ya like a pro and then Im gone Im like sylvester stallone, everyday is like a cliffhanger Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass Them hoes jacked that ass Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash Cant have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash Cuz hes a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga fore I jack his ass bitch Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink) You love them bootsy bitches, cant let them pussy bitches Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check her fast Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll dont go too fast Cause bulletproof aint doin no good no mo no mo no mo no mo Now, niggaz comin up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin floor Damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest Now r-uh-rest Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one nigga less One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the east to the west Crushin the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death Look over your shoulder watch your back dont even trust it Im tryin to told ya end up dusted Chorus PUT THESE LYRICS ON YOUR BLOG OR MYSPACE PROFILE! 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