[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

Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne

Sick Wid It, nigga, what you claim?

My niggas spit gasoline

Hey, hey-ey

Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne

Sick Wid It, nigga, what you claim?

My niggas 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

Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne

Sick Wid It, nigga, what you claim?

My niggas spit gasoline

Hey, hey-ey

Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne

Sick Wid It, nigga, what you claim?

My niggas 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 fuck 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

Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne

Sick Wid It, nigga, what you claim?

My niggas spit gasoline

Hey, hey-ey

Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne

Sick Wid It, nigga, what you claim?

My niggas spit gasoline

Hey, hey-ey

Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne

Sick Wid It, nigga, what you claim?

My niggas spit gasoline

Hey, hey-ey

Fuck rallies, ride gold ones, mayne

Sick Wid It, nigga, what you claim?

My niggas spit gasoline

[Outro: E-40]

Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline

Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline

Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline

Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline