Gas, Break, Dip (Dirty) feat. The Federation

歌詞

[Intro: police car radio] {*static*} Calling all hustlers, calling all players Please report to your scraper Turn the ignition on, open all four doors and commence to slapping, thank you {*static*} {Gas break} (LOUDER!) 40-Water.. Federation, E-40 BOTCH! [Chorus: E-40] Gas break, dip, then scrape {*3X*} Sideshows, donuts, figure eights then Gas break, dip, then scrape {*3X*} Sideshows, donuts, figure eights [E-40] Aight, look, look here man Look... I live my life like any day can be my life Fools be tryin to hit me, like a porno website I pulls up in the Chevy with them Rally Racer stripes Some of my fellas on Harley Davidson bikes With they lights on, in the daytime, the opposite of night with them growlin-ass pipes ridin 30 deep with a broad on the backseat, highsidin Tycoonin and timin, strivin and grindin to get my money on Rappin and rhymin, tryin to go diamond and talkin on my phone With the music slappin, slappin this song, they say I'm wrong Cause I be poppin it at these hoes, fo' tears when I'm off Patron Sucker repellant cologne I put on, when I leave my home My 45 pistol chrome bust a nigga shit, bust a dome Yo' bread is midget and dwarf, like a Hobbit My yaper is long and lanky like Predrag Stojakovic Tall like the mileage on my 70 Cutlass-es Gas break and dip and then scrapin it with my loved ones [Chorus] [Federation - One] I'm out the sunroof, gone off that rotgut Straight scrape, that's the sound when the shocks touch White walls with some pipe, haulin D skippers Candy paint straight coonin, look at me nigga Get my scratch, all about my mail - uhh Ant, Stress, and Doonie, them boys from the fields Gas, break, dip, scrape Smoke it, up, figure eight How I scrape? Goldie's a eight Pull up, dig in my nose, and give you handshake 40-Agua, lent me the Range (love some bam shit) Cross my fingers {?} I won't crash it But my drink's spiked, so I just might Dent a bumper or two, and bust a headlight Now, all my niggaz in they scrapers (DO'S OPEN) Thug in the Benz (get that Vogue meat smokin!) [Chorus] [Federation - Two] Okayyyy, okayyyy '96 Cutlass, mayonnaise and mustard Dusted and disgusted but my guts like custard Green caramel, Too $hort, "Freaky Tales" Bumpin in the zoney, pimpin tenderonis Blueberry blunt wrapped with a Rick Rock slap Like Busta Rhymes, make they gun booty cheek clap Stop by the trap, shoot a few craps Don't trust na'r a nigga, keep the strap on my lap Cell phone might be tapped, so we speak in all slang That's why the white folk think that we all strange People in the back of me see the TV's Ant scrapin tough like a pair of Dungarees Coonin E-Feez, on Myrtle Beach Carlos Rossi, where the turtle growin trees My na'r na'an nutta make all the hoes stutter Gas break dip bend the pussy then cut her [Chorus] [E-40 - repeat 4X] Punch the gas then break (then break) Then dip (then dip) then scrape (scrape scrape) [Federation - repeat 8X] Gas, break, gas, break [Outro - police car radio] {*static*} This was an official, Sic'Wid It, Federation slap You may now, close your scraper doors, and go home Thank you