Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Pistols, artist - Strong Arm Steady. Album song In Search Of Stoney Jackson, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Two Pistols |
You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here |
My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer |
Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay |
Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day |
Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him |
And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him |
Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled |
These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols |
Yeah |
Blast for your stash |
I’m like Fat Albert’s younger homie Dumb Donald with the mask |
Drunker than lil' Rass Kass of the flask |
My eyes start getting all wide once I see cash |
Lemon pepper sea bass |
Sprinkling that Lawry’s seasoning |
With a pinch of Mrs. Dash |
Ashen’n my backwood packaging |
While I break every letter down in my rap |
Like an acronym |
Whatever happened to that? |
That nigga shit |
Like 'em blacker than black |
Pull out the mac from the back of the lac |
That’s my nigga I’ll clap for him |
The first rapper ever took me on tour |
I’ll go to war for him |
Go to the drawer for him |
Pull out a couple of stacks |
Either that or just dust of the gat |
Yeah that |
You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here |
My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer |
Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay |
Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day |
Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him |
And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him |
Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled |
These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols |
I arise hit me knees and pray |
And pull the Henny out |
For my bredren in heaven I pour the Remy out |
Fatal without doubt |
Too many pennies |
A little’s better than not any |
Take it from me |
Willy Hutch and the clutch off blunts and clear Belvederes |
Nevada nights off white huntin' for Brittany Spears |
Hear the boom blast |
Fast as the words up out a DOOM mask |
No school or class could the fool pass |
Rescue please ??? |
President Hussein |
Don’t let em shame your name and wish the truth came |
Free the lame, art of war, armageddon for the future |
Can’t tell the Saint from the shooter |
Codeine supplement |
Never seen such a crime scene like outsourced torture for the government |
You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here |
My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer |
Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay |
Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day |
Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him |
And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him |
Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled |
These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols |
Yeah that, you ain’t never lied |
You qualified to be the south-east ghetto tour guide |
Let’s slow ride and take a closer look inside |
Trigger side, homicide |
It’s like Amistad, swallow your pride |
Like a super big gulp |
Knocked out like the great white hope |
Socked out, before you hit the floor |
You hit the ropes hard |
Bullet proof booth like the Pope Car |
Vacation with your bitch send a post card |
Corny like Carson Daly, this your last call |
Put a gun straight to your head, hate to blast yall |
So imma just stall y’all out |
The little homey’s gonna air you out |
When they see you with the bitch out |
No doubt |