Dump, Bust, Blast - Lyrics - E-40

Earl Stevens better known by his stage name E-40, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and investor from Vallejo, California. He is a founding member of the rap group The Click, and the founder of Sick Wid It Records. He has released twenty studio albums to date, appeared on numerous movie soundtracks, and has also done guest appearances on a host of other rap albums. Initially an underground artist, his 1995 solo album In a Major Way opened him up to a wider audience. Beginning in 1998, he began collaborating with more mainstream rappers outside of the Bay Area. He rose to even higher mainstream popularity in 2006 with his single "Tell Me When to Go" which was produced by Lil Jon.

Uh (Uh) Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy? Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps) Hey Boskeezy? Hey that *** right there, ay (talk to my wepolations), that ***. That's ibeen? That *** smibeen that *** ibeen? That *** smibeen, ooh (ooh) 4:15 showcasing to the max Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks Pitch black normal tint BOOM BAP! *** around and overheated my Zues amp 500, oh the hoes, *** a ho These are the thing that, uh, you need to know Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid 1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic Clinetel, raise 'em high raise 'em low Out on bail everybody hit the floor Chorus: Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust, Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!) Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust, Dump, Bust, (***!) Blast Slurp slip, deep throat *** I'm outta sight I like to get my *** sucked in - broad daylight Acting bad on the soil acting tough Break your *** down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff Ignore a fool, that's what they holler *** his bootsy *** up by the collar Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation We hot like jalapenos Man, how come *** can't put their money together like Philipinos? I suppose, can you bring him back? He was one of them enemies that tried to participate in Swiss Cheezin' my clean *** Cadillac My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines Chorus: 2x Check it out (check it out) Third verse, let's begin lets be gone I done served more water than, uh, Evian Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer) I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings I'm a fixture up in this *** like E-40 and the Click Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a *** over mathematics Haters gonna hate, but they don't count *** hustle The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle Do some gotti, fourth of July your party Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest *** in your town" *** down in front of everybody Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)