Pistol (A. Cunanan, Miami, Fl. 1996)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I've got my pistol in the car, uh-huh I got my stereo in the car, uh-huh I've got my room key in the car, uh-huh Why don't you come to my room and clean my pistol, no duh? I maximize my own liaisons I'm going to take it 'til the taking comes on [Verse 2] I've got my cocaine in the glove box now The sun roof is down, oh wow I've got my room key in my pocket, and you know I've got a pistol that I need to unload I'm going to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take you on up, you say "what?" I'm going to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take your shirt right on off I'm going to zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip your pants on down I'm going to sip-sip-sip-sip-sip from my Royal, Royal, Royal Crown [Chorus] And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo [Verse 3] I got a backpack with some clothes that I could wear to work tomorrow, they won't know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh That I was up all night not ready for the meeting, oh no! Oh-oh Got a wallet in my backpack, and I think it's mine, but I don't care, you know, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Got my backpack with the money got myself a passport, I should probably go [Chorus] And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo [Guitar Solo]