Pistol Grip Pump

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Volume 10 - Rap, West Coast Rap

Pistol Grip Pump

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[Verse 1] I was raised in the hood, called what the diff? Whether brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol grip pump on my lap, risking it So life living it, never giving back Too late for slipping, so slack up It's on my lap, it's on your lips so track shit A steel dick full clip for punk butts All I'm saying there ain't no question who the man is In my Civic or in this showbiz I shit a fool, I cut a fool, come on, what you say? I think I can take care of all you motherfuckers no delaying, right away [Hook] Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Niggas fuck with other niggas' shit but they don't fuck with mines [Verse 2] Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Right) 'Cause tricks be out for your blind side (Side) Never understood it, but remember I showed you that In the nineties you gotta look over your shoulder strap Well that ain't nothing, but just for getting high And a cop ain't give a shit for just passing you by If you're in trouble, on the double best to call your pals If you ain't got none, bitch, I got-I got a million styles Around me Are we getting along? We family, we better be We got your back, we got your back, ten Just don't be pointing no more of them guns Aight man... [Hook] Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Niggas fuck with other niggas' shit but they don't fuck with mines Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Niggas fuck with other niggas' shit but they don't fuck with mines [Verse 3] Rhyming is a cinch, son of a bitch I'm rich But that don't mean you can gank me, 'cause all my peoples is pimps Players, hustlers, killers, all been through the filter I hang with my dogs man, fuck a gorilla Iller, cadaver, hill-a, beans Show me have a enough steam To blow me up, run up What up, shut up A trick get the buckshots Your daughter get the love, a lot Until you're outtie, at the cemetery Man, she loves me, and not a single solitary witness to the party And if you didn't know, should've asked somebody (Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times) [Hook] Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Niggas fuck with other niggas' shit but they don't fuck with mines Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Niggas fuck with other niggas' shit but they don't fuck with mines [Outro] Pistol grip pump Pistol grip pump Pistol grip pump Yeah Pistol grip pump Pistol grip pump Pistol grip pump Ay man, ay

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Credits

Writers
  • Volume 10
  • Eric Vidal
  • Nick Vidal
  • Adrian L. Miller
  • Roger Troutman