E-40 Dusted 'N' Disgusted Lyrics

(feat. 2Pac and Spice 1)

[E-40]
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a n____ with a grip
and hit his a__ quick with one of them licks
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a n____z s___
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to f___in 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 n____z cheated, played me false
We had a meetin, s___ '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 a__ b____, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern b____es, aka Posie p____fictious

[Spice 1]
n____ been holdin guts, but s___ on hisself when the funk get real
Pullin out bills, frontin on material s___
that's when I get to killin s___ (killin s___)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta f___ with this savage thug
Pistol pop in they a__, see n____z be gettin this twisted
It's that b____ that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven n____z bust in the room with AK's
while a n____ be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your n______
before you can hit the broccoli
See money had made that n____, that n____ didn't make that money
Let them n____z jack him, and the b____ she macked him
He's a busta, punk a__ n____, don't know the streets
That's why that n____ naked layin dead in between some b_____ sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
b____es will kill, f___ a n____, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that b____ can't be trusted
Dusted and di-m_________in-sgusted

Chorus: E-40

Some cold hearted s___
Back to f___in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted b____es
Back to f___in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted s___
Back to f___in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted n____
Back to f___in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted

[E-40]
Let's let of some 203s 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 b____es be the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chop, with my n____ 'Pac

[2Pac]
Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these b____es
I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up
I think she's stallin, this evil b____ is tryin ta set me up
Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Bust my m_________in chrome on these jealous n____z' domes
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 f___in plan
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these b____es if you slippin in the game
n____z gang bang, but b____es 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 n____
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
b____es can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you f___in fool

(These hoes out here tryin to hold a n____'s heart
So a n____ get his m_____fuckin' b____ blew off)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these b____es upside down
What's gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if
a b____ ridin)
(Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be f___in with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight f___ it, what you say Mall?
Ay, f___ them sheisty a__ bootches, n____)

[Mac Mall]
The California lifestyle that I live
Where the b____es is crooked and n____z jus don't give
a flyin f___, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa, tryin ta have s___ major
And a b____ 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 a__

[Spice 1]
Them hoes jacked that a__
n____ woulda got smokin on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your n____ stash
Cuz he's a busta, n____z with clusters
Slippin in s___, betta jack that n____ 'fore I jack his a__ b____
Never was no love for the mark-a__, the lo pink (the lo pink)
You love them Bootsy b____es, can't let them p____ b____es

[E-40]
gank that a__, betta hide your cash and check her past
Pump your brakes n____, slow your roll don't go too fast
Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
now, n____z comin up dead with they brains blew out on the f___in floor
d___, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one n____ less
One n____ less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the flesh, dem b____es 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