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E-40 (Ft. Doonie Baby & Turf Talk) - Gasoline
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
E-40
Performer
Turf Talk
Turf Talk
Performer
Doonie
Doonie
Performer
Andrew Seidel
Andrew Seidel
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Composer
Andrew Seidel
Andrew Seidel
Composer
D. Bernstein
D. Bernstein
Composer
R. Thomas
R. Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rock
Rick Rock
Producer
Andrew Seidel
Andrew Seidel
Recording Engineer
David sparks dwiz
David sparks dwiz
Recording Engineer
Michael Denten
Michael Denten
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Elite alloy, candy-coated custom paint
Verizon wireless phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones
Tryna holler 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, stopped by the barbershop
Shoot some craps in the back, then hit the block
There go the Elroys
They handcuffin' my boys
They finna take 'em to the pre-stink
Couldn't say the A-B-C's backwards (It's over)
Shoot, I can't say my A-B-C's backwards when I'm sober
E-Figgady, a different pedigree
Than most of these suckers up in this industry
Be tryna copy me
Trend setter, game mark detecta , vendetta, big cheddar
Soil block protector
[Verse 2]
(Hey, ay-ee-ay)
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mane (Gold ones, mane)
Sick Wid It, ****, what you claim? (What you claim?)
My **** spit gasoline (Gasoline)
[Verse 3]
(Hey, ay-ee-ay)
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mane (Gold ones, mane)
Sick Wid It, ****, what you claim? (What you claim?)
My **** spit gasoline (Gasoline)
[Verse 4]
Never low on gas, never on a 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 (Crack)
Flat line, Alpine deck (Deck)
Yolla supplier, quiet as it's kept (Kept)
I wanna retire, but I can't, the game needs me (Needs me)
The game would be boring without E-Feezy (Feezy)
I wake up every mornin' to shot of liquor )Shot of liquor)
A shoebox full a 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 (Blow)
To a whole thing of some of that, you know
[Verse 5]
(Hey, ay-ee-ay)
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mane (Gold ones, mane)
Sick Wid It, ****, what you claim? (What you claim?)
My **** spit gasoline (Gasoline)
[Verse 6]
(Hey, ay-ee-ay)
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mane (Gold ones, mane)
Sick Wid It, ****, what you claim? (What you claim?)
My **** spit gasoline (Gasoline)
[Verse 7]
I'm close, I'm doin' the most, I flam-boast (Boast)
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 form 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 Wa-
Always on, on some unreasonable
Can't fuck with it if it ain't equinomically
Um-'er-uh-ta-uh, feasible
Me and my weepoles 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 'fore I go to court (Court-Court)
The Water might be finished, if he don't report (Don't report)
[Verse 8]
(Hey, ay-ee-ay)
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mane (Gold ones, mane)
Sick Wid It, ****, what you claim? (What you claim?)
My **** spit gasoline (Gasoline)
[Verse 9]
(Hey, ay-ee-ay)
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mane (Gold ones, mane)
Sick Wid It, ****, what you claim? (What you claim?)
My **** spit gasoline (Gasoline)
[Verse 10]
(Hey, ay-ee-ay)
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mane (Gold ones, mane)
Sick Wid It, ****, what you claim? (What you claim?)
My **** spit gasoline (Gasoline)
[Verse 11]
(Hey, ay-ee-ay)
Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mane (Gold ones, mane)
Sick Wid It, ****, what you claim? (What you claim?)
My **** spit gasoline (Gasoline)
[Verse 12]
Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, biatch
Written by: A. Seidel, D. Bernstein, Earl Stevens, R. Thomas
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