Dj Paul - Pistol Playa lyrics

(Crunchy Black): You ain't gon' believe what happened to me man [Frayser Boy]: What happened? (Man I just had to whoop this n***a man) [For real?] (Yeah man) Man: Crunchy, Crunchy! What's up, what's up, what's up n***a? (What's up wit' you n***a?) What's up with that sh** in the club n***a? (n***a it's whatever) Huh, what you wanna do now n***a? I got this tone now n***a, got this tone now n***a (I got the same thing n***a, it's whatever n***a) Smack you upside yo' motherf**in' head n***a (All you gotta do is do what you gotta do n***a) Huh? Get buck n***a! Get buck drunk now n***a! (n***a I been buck n***a, n***a I been buck n***a) Huh what you wanna do now n***a? (Whatever dog) [Chorus: DJ Paul] n***a talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun You's a weak a** n***a I think your a** would run Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa (Pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa), 'ol f**er a** s**er n***a talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun You's a weak a** n***a I think your a** would run Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa) Pistol playa, (pistol playa), f**er a** s**a [Frayser Boy] I hate when n***as talk sh**, when they know they some hoes They nuts plump, cause they got a tone under they clothes But you can see it in they eyes, when n***as b**h made But my gun's a lil' bigger, it's like you got a switchblade If you pull it, better use it, or be dead young n***a Pull a gun for fun that sound a lil' dumb n***a It can get a lil' tragic, end up with deadly cost You'll make a n***a circle back and blow your a** off Old coward a** boy, keep it real, what's the deal You the type that'll slip up, make mistake and k** I can show you better than I can tell ya, so what's the biz You gon' hear my f**in' tone, gon' pop like a quiz Boy p**y a** n***as get f**ed in the bu*t When I get back b**h, best be tryin' to catch a cut Coming back like 'n***a what?', I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' bust f** with me, and you're f**ed, then I'm slum on that 'Tuss, what n***a [Chorus] [Crunchy Black] I'ma tell you what happened to me one day I was chillin' out with one of my padres We was hanging in a tree, I needed some weed, instead my n***a pulled a gun on me But that's okay n***a, I'm makin' paper, all y'all other n***as out catchin' vapors You have to rape a, ho to get p**y, Crunchy Black leaves sh** so mushy Locked and load, jump up out the bushes, I told y'all n***as y'all ain't nothin' but p**y This ain't no pistol play, n***as need bullets And if I got mine, n***a I'ma pull it You'll think Crunchy Black is a bully Cause I leave n***as stankin' like p**y So gone on n***a with that f**in' bullsh** CB and Frayser Boy we let them guns click [Chorus]