Yelawolf - Pistol N The Air | Текст песни

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• Yelawolf
• Pistol N The Air

[Intro: Luda & Yelawolf]
Think I'mma try something that I.. that I never did before on this one.. (Me too Luda) let's go

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Hit the black stage poppin' I'mma keep rockin'
When the red light full speed,
You might seen the weed boys 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 buck a chip in a cadillac,
Ever went pfffft Better tack tack, 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 bad,
This Jackson don't wanna see the pastor peed a glan in the back
Not like that, I might be the oak like michael's dead,
With the heart fist of rifle blats, bet I was born with a nice round ass,
Runners on the corner with the hydro stash,
Stop, take a bunch, break it a bar-bi-que slap,
A bar-bi-que to beat daddy better eat that,
'fore you walk like a 12 piece meat pack.

[Hook: Yelawolf]
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!)

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
I'mmm King kong with a barrel of ??? bitin' this plunk,
The heat is on, 97', I'm ???
Cool 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, carb it,
Whip whip to the legs of a child, that's the south,
Pick a switch fuck gun in your mouth,
Daddy ain't got no deal,
But daddy's got a gangsta grease, how does it feel,
What a motherfucker with a 2 inch wheel,
And it feel like a 24 and it's ooover,
Hold your nose quick while this risin steel
If you bump can't float her

[Hook: Yelawolf]
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!)

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
It has been a long time, no bred,
It's Like I been on a low carb diet, yea,
No jobs no pie-racks, but I rock shows like jeezy did,
A breeze in a sense, not a relief picture
But a major league arm on a better end,
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 long mobile 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 a north a pee, they can see,
He, hoes' it's a lotta work,
But it's nothin to a man, with his hands in the dirt
The dirty south where the birds be at
Plenty of keys, plenty of cash

[Hook: Yelawolf]
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!)

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