Gasoline lyrics

Artist  : E-40 
Song : Gasoline



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[E-40]
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 louie 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
So? 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

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Doonie]
Hey, hey-ey
Fuck rallies ride gold
ones mang
Sick Wid It nigga what you
claim?
My niggaz spit gasoline
(x2)

[E-40]
Never low on gas
Never
on an empty tank
High octane for the brain,
puffin on some dank
Traffic backed up like a
toilets do, 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
Rolla
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 grits and turkey sausage for my
liver
Sellin units 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!

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, ride gold
ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you
claim
My niggaz spit gasoline
(x2)

[E-40]
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
Prolly gammas 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

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies ride gold
ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you
claim
My niggaz spit gasoline
(x4)

Gasoline! (x16)