Pistol N The Air

Think I'mma try something that I

That I never did before on this one.. (me too luda)

Let's if the block stays poppin', I'mma keep rockin', go

Run the red light full speed

You might seen a b-boy drop and freeze

But you ain't never heard of me (please..)

Shine up my chrome, put the glaze on my shoes

Jump fresh, dress to kill, I'm dippin' on you's

Sit back, my rhymes are bucket seats in a cadillac

Ever went pfffft rat-a-tat-tat, with a black mac

Raf back, the bitter swinging, and I got an extra bat

Like a weapon of mass destruction you can bet as bad

I'm stickin' oh mama's mad, mama better be glad

Mrs. Jackson don't wanna see the posturepedic layin on her back

Not like that, I might beat her up like michael's dad

With the hard fist of rifle raps, your daughter was born with a nice round ass

Round is on the corner with the hydro stash

Stop, take a lunch break eat a barbecue slab

I'll barbecue the beat, little daddy eat that

Fill you up like a 12 piece meat pack

Jump from the sticks to the bricks!

Roll through the hood and bump this shit!

Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!

Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (yea!)

I'm king kong with a barrel of dynamite in his palm

The heat is on, 95, I'm taggin' up nashville with the krylon

Kool-aid stains on my lips with no aid to be cool with

A naturally given gift to do with

What hip-hop I can do with a stick

Snap it, break it, pop it, swing it, peel it, carve it

Whip whip to the legs of a child, that's the south

Pick a switch for runnin' your mouth

Daddy ain't got no deal

But daddy's got a gangsta grill, how does it feel

What a motherfucker with a 2 inch wheel

And it feel like a 24 and it's over

Hold your nose quick while this risin' still

If you boat can't float her

Jump from the sticks to the bricks!

Roll through the hood and bump this shit!

Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!

Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (yea!)

Yeah it's been a long time, no bread

It's like I been on a low-carb diet, yea

No jars, no pyrex, but I rock shit like jeezy did

A breeze in a sense, not a relief pitcher

But a major league arm on a veteran

I tell 'em 10 times they didn't give me 9

But I give 'em one more chance

I tell 'em again, and again and again

And I gained recognition

Who was you dissin'? Not this man

With a lawn mower on the yard of a rich man

Work my ass off in the summer heat

It's me, straight sweating beads

Fallin' from my head like seeds from a tree

Pushin' this bitch cause she got weak knees

I'm an orthopedic mc

Heave hoes, whistle while I work

It ain't nothin' to a man, with his hands in the dirt

The dirty south where the birds be at

Plenty of keys, plenty of traps

Jump from the sticks to the bricks!

Roll through the hood and bump this shit!

Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!

Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (yea!)