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Pistol Grip Lyrics - Artist : Crooked I
So right, so right, so right (Family business)
Ayo, Diz I told you we gonna put our foot on the gas pedal all year New wave hitmaker Ayo, Tony They can't fuck with me Like that Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, but they don't be jacking mine Let me just take you back rewind Let me just take you back in time Nah fuck that, let's go to the future Crooked ain't never past his prime Jurassic rhymes, scholastic mind The classic lines, yeah that shit mine Niggas wanna hate me that shit fine Got a plastic nine that'll blast six times On the top of the pile is where you always gonna find a nigga Constantly out rhyming niggas Hate on Eminem all you want, he had the balls to sign a nigga Bun B told me long ago, "You think these niggas wanna rap with you? Think they all wanna get smacked up in front of their fans on a track with you?" It's Sunday, I'm outshining niggas Any givin' got the semi trippin' Like I'm Rémy mixin' with the Henny sippin' Bitches give me chicken like I'm really pimpin' On my bullshit like skinny Pippen Busy whippin' in the Bentley drippin' Any victim in the city slippin' That extended clip'll start spittin' venom Wet 'em up like they skinny dippin' But don't get fooled by the gun bars En garde, get punched hard Get punched quicker than a lunch card Then I'm going to cut your ass like a trump card Slump your ass like Slump God Nigga this that West Coast, low riders in the front yard Old school Zapp and some Parliament Blue cap with the Dodger brim New strap with the hollows in Move back, what the problem is? Lose cash, I'ma ball again New bag and it's all on them True rap is all I spin, Volume Ten Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine (Mine) Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine The theme song to the Sopranos still playing in the key of life These fools are nanos, we're giants, we gon' be alright In camo when we creep at night With ammo, grip the heater tight Squeeze on you like Rambo, show you what that ether like Religious like an Israelite, biblical with the shit I write Every word I say get your third eye vision Right your ears, hear it, it'll give you sight I'm leadin' the blind, the Jesus of rhymin' Oh, my new testament give you keys to the grind and Yo, my grind is forever, I freeze it in time and no This ain't rhymin', these are diamonds I leave in your mind, whoa Cardiologists ain't got the heart to swallow this Hollow tip that'll bury you underneath brontosauruses So deep archaeologists'll dig up Noah's Ark and just quit Before they get to the part where your stinkin' carcass is You think you hot? I think you narcissist And fuck the world, 'cause they don't know what an artist is Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times) Fools be jacking other fools, they don't be jacking mine |
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