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- Spice-1 - Dusted ’N’ Disgusted Lyrics
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- Verse One: E-40
- I'm 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
- (What's 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, it's called survival
- What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
- (bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
- I'm 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 y'all
- 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
- that's 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
- It's that bitch that killed ya
- Took all your money peeled ya
- Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
- 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 didn't make that money
- Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
- He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all 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 hoe main that bitch can't 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
- Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
- Cold hearted bitches
- Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
- Whacha'll 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 bitched
- Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
- Dusted and disgusted
- Verse Three: E-40, 2Pac
- Let's 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 MC's 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 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 pickin up
- I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up
- Came all alone if it's on then it's on
- Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam
- 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 hoe 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
- 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, 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
- (These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart
- So a nigga get his money fucked with
- Almost in-laws)
- Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
- What's 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' MC's 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 don't give
- A flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
- Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major
- And a bitch won't save ya
- so I ain't playin Captain Save a Hoe
- I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
- I'm 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
- Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
- Cuz he's 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, can't let them pussy bitches
- gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check her fast
- 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, 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 don't even trust it
- I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted
- Chorus
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