Dru Down - Call Me Dru Down lyrics

People wonder why they call me Dru Down Well let me tell ya Pull a gat so quick Insane, your life ain't sh** Because I listened to your footsteps follow me Of course I'm strapped with a gat so your creeping don't bother me Cause once upon a time in the old school I got robbed, jacked me by this old fool But back then, J, I really didn't know no better That's why I went home and grabbed the .25 Beretta And ran there fast to the scene of the robbery Knowing he wouldn't be there But he's standing on the side of me! Pop! Pop! I had to do him cause he did me My name's Dru Down You shoulda took it more seriously n***a, I'm just a playa from the Oak So recognize game cause I'm a pimp Also pimpin hoes I say the bigger the better Oh I would never Be a player hater cause I'm a playa Play ya major But now I gets off so when it comes to shooting rounds Well then you will know, punk Why they call me Dru Down See, you's a goddamn fool because I'm sick with the sh** I bust the punk off because I'm steady making licks They call me Dru Down because I'm drawing on these s**ers Your pockets is long? Well let me make 'em a little shorter Brace yourself! That's what I say when I'm pointing the chrome Now whacha think I'mma say When I'm running through your home? Now picture: me and Ol' Black are running through your damn kitchen I'll stuff you in the stove and bake your a** like some chicken Cause I'm the crazy n***a that'll turn and do that sh** I'll make ya screamin' "Yeah!" while yet I'm sayin' "shut up, b**h!" I finally realized that my name's "make me sick" Sicka than what you get when you're lying in the cukoo nest Now see, can you get With the n***a Dru Down, straight full of it And if you don't know me You will know when you hit the town There's a reason why they call me Dru Down Dru muthaf**in Down for your a**, two-time Coming for your mind Earning the name Dru Down is kinda difficult You wanna try to earn my name? Buy a gat and start shootin' fools Cause to get my stripes I was no punk I walked the streets in '89 with a gauge pump But now it's '93 I got a new spot I made it real hot But went and bought me a brand new black Glock Shooting motherf**ers in the leg Pistol whippin s**as, hittin' em dead in the head Cause I don't give a f**, nor do I care less But just to be aware I'm being strapped with a vest Cause if I get caught on the sleep I'll bet you motherf**ers wanna fill me with some heat But I'm not going for it pull a fully, use all rounds And then you will know, punk Why they call me Dru Down Three times for your motherf**in' minds Punk motherf**ers