pistol n the air
Singer:yelawolf
think i'mma try something that i. that i never did before on this one. let's go
if the block stays poppin'
run the red light full speed
you might seen a b-boy drop and freeze
but you ain't never heard of me
put the glaze on my shoes
my rhymes are bucket seats in a cadillac
ever went pfffft rat-a-tat-tat
like a weapon of mass destruction you can bet as bad
i'm stickin' oh mama's mad
mrs. jackson don't wanna see the posturepedic layin on her back
i might beat her up like michael's dad
with the hard fist of rifle raps
your daughter was born with a nice round ass
round is on the corner with the hydro stash
take a lunch break eat a barbecue slab
fill you up like a 12 piece meat pack
jump from the sticks to the bricks!
roll through the hood and bump this shit!
i'm king kong with a barrel of dynamite in his palm
i'm taggin' up nashville with the krylon
kool-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
whip whip to the legs of a child
pick a switch for runnin' your mouth
but daddy's got a gangsta grill
what a motherfucker with a 2 inch wheel
and it feel like a 24 and it's over
hold your nose quick while this risin' still
if you boat can't float her
jump from the sticks to the bricks!
roll through the hood and bump this shit!
yeah it's been a long time
it's like i been on a low-carb diet
but i rock shit like jeezy did
but a major league arm on a veteran
i tell 'em 10 times they didn't give me 9
but i give 'em one more chance
who was you dissin'? not this man
with a lawn mower on the yard of a rich man
work my ass off in the summer heat
fallin' from my head like seeds from a tree
pushin' this bitch cause she got weak knees
it ain't nothin' to a man
with his hands in the dirt
the dirty south where the birds be at
jump from the sticks to the bricks!
roll through the hood and bump this shit!