Dusted 'n' Disgusted Lyrics - In A Major Way - 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 

(Well if uhh, we can just uhh) if "if" was a fifth we'll all be drunk 

I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false 

We had a meetin, 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 

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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 

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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 nigga 

Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted 

Dusted and disgusted 

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, ouch, 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 chop, 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 a 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) 

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