Gasoline

E-40

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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!

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    (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)

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    Composición: E. Stevens y Rahiem Prince Thomas

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