(Now hear dis
All original rudeboy)
Lick a shot!
Ow!
Comin' at ya
Fire!
Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-a-Dee-Ay
My oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK
Then get on the way
On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass J
Prude! You can't hang
Flashback on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner, I'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya
Fool, hit ya with a golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If ya push that button like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's time for some action
Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum
Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum
Sunday morning, wake up, it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head, it's pourin'
Cats and dogs, pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro, one that's saggin'
Scooby-Doo, and fucked down too
Ploy me, don't let your punk ass try me
Gonna take more
Than you better call your backup team
And wait for your crew
I'm the one flippin'
Keepin' the clip on my hip and
Just watch your back if you're slippin'
Ooh, where did that .22 come from?
When the bullet passed through my lung
I've lost my breath, I'm winded
I've been hit by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder, I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number!
Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum
Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum
Had a bad dream, woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bullshit, this pine box
Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx
Heard a door bell ring, snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam?
Pointed at me, I got no strap, G
What now, gotta duck, they're gonna gat me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from?
Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum
Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum
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