Gasoline lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40]
Elite alloy candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireless phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones
Tryin to holla at a redbone
Smokin' on some cactus
Sippin' on some super duper extra strength
A buck fifty a shot Louis the Thirteenth
Head hard as a rock stop by the barber shop
Shoot some craps in the back then hit the block
There go the elroys
They handcuffin my boys
They fittin to take 'em to the prestink
Couldn't say they ABC's backwards (It's over)
Shoot, I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober
E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry
Be trying to copy me
Trendsetter, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas

[Chorus: Turf Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey-ey
f*ck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne
Sick Wid It, n*gga, what you claim?
My n*ggas spit gasoline
Hey, hey-ey
f*ck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne
Sick Wid It, n*gga, what you claim?
My n*ggas spit gasoline
[Verse 2: E-40]
Never low on gas
Never on an empty tank
High octane for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic backed up like a toilet stool, bumper to bumper
Music on slap, sounding like a concert
Drink in my lap, finger on my thumper
Twist wig back, head crack
Flat line, alpine, deck
Yolla supplier, quiet as it's kept
I wanna retire but I can't, the game needs me
The game would be boring without E-Feezy
I wake up every morning to a shot of liquor
A shoebox full of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver
Sellin units out the trunk of my car
And just think, I started with a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter kick of blow
To a whole thing of some of that YOU KNOW!

[Chorus: Turf Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey-ey
f*ck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne
Sick Wid It, n*gga, what you claim?
My n*ggas spit gasoline
Hey, hey-ey
f*ck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne
Sick Wid It, n*gga, what you claim?
My n*ggas spit gasoline
[Verse 3: E-40]
Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm doing the most, I flamboast
I coast, take my foot off the brake
Then I casper the friendly ghost up the interstate
Gettin' neck motion, deep throat
Honey bout to choke
I got brigadels to see, marbles to make
Drop the prices from state to state like the West Nile Virus
Polygamist miralicious
Big spit, game vicious
Man on the microphigadelian foshelian
It's nothin but the forty water
Always on, uh, some unreasonable
Can't f*ck wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible
Me and my weoples stay yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American flag
So I can camouflage my image
I'm smokin on some spinach
I need to play some tennis before I go to court
The water might be finished if he don't report

[Chorus: Turf Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey-ey
f*ck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne
Sick Wid It, n*gga, what you claim?
My n*ggas spit gasoline
Hey, hey-ey
f*ck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne
Sick Wid It, n*gga, what you claim?
My n*ggas spit gasoline
Hey, hey-ey
f*ck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne
Sick Wid It, n*gga, what you claim?
My n*ggas spit gasoline
Hey, hey-ey
f*ck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne
Sick Wid It, n*gga, what you claim?
My n*ggas spit gasoline
[Outro: E-40]
Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline