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e 40 - gas, break, dip lyrics

[intro: police car radio]
{-static-} calling all hustlers, calling all players
please report to your scr-per
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 scr-pe {-3x-}
sideshows, donuts, figure eights then
gas break, dip, then scr-pe {-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 p-rno 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–ss pipes ridin
30 deep with a broad on the backseat, highsidin
tyc–nin 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 n-gg- sh-t, 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 cutl-ss-es
gas break and dip and then scr-pin it with my loved ones

[chorus]

[federation – one]
i’m out the sunroof, gone off that rotgut
straight scr-pe, that’s the sound when the shocks touch
white walls with some pipe, haulin d skippers
candy paint straight c–nin, look at me n-gg-
get my scratch, all about my mail – uhh
ant, stress, and doonie, them boys from the fields
gas, break, dip, scr-pe
smoke it, up, figure eight

how i scr-pe? goldie’s a eight
pull up, dig in my nose, and give you handshake
40-agua, lent me the range (love some bam sh-t)
cross my fingers {?} i won’t crash it
but my drink’s spiked, so i just might
dent a b-mper or two, and bust a headlight
now, all my n-gg-z in they scr-pers (do’s open)
thug in the benz (get that vogue meat smokin!)

[chorus]

[federation – two]
okayyyy, okayyyy
’96 cutl-ss, mayonnaise and mustard
dusted and disgusted but my guts like custard
green caramel, too $hort, “freaky tales”
b-mpin 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 cr-ps
don’t trust na’r a n-gg-, 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 scr-pin tough like a pair of dungarees
c–nin 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 p-ssy then cut her

[chorus]

[e-40 – repeat 4x]
punch the gas then break (then break)
then dip (then dip) then scr-pe (scr-pe scr-pe)

[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 scr-per doors, and go home
thank you

- e 40 lyrics

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