Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shoot Your Shot , by - Ugly Duckling. Song from the album Bang For The Buck, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.04.2011
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Shoot Your Shot |
| SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! |
| Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! |
| Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| Thes One! |
| Hey yo, P-U-T-S and U-D, you be truly blessed |
| Rap panelist, Thes handle this like an analyst |
| (YES!) yes y’all the Einstein rhythm and rhyme |
| Combines like red wine and Tylenol |
| (OOOOH!) Shit, the grown relaxing in the field |
| But don’t sleep, P count green, not sheep |
| With K. Jax, he rolls up the weed like haystacks |
| To bath tub down on you scrubs like Ajax |
| You’re too fruity to rip the rooty tooty with your loofah |
| New booty ladies too lazy to raise the roof up |
| The plug desenchufa, could the crew get any doper |
| Man, we own this, live under the stairs like Mr. Roper |
| Home of the (NEW) generation, we got the torch |
| Let me call into U-D Dustin to bust 'em off |
| Blown Celeb and resurrecting the dead with three day block |
| Posse cut resurrection instead, so pass the ROCK! |
| I’m about to pop the clip in as I stop the opposition |
| You gotta cop a listen when I’m knockin like a piston |
| I spit arsenic so I’m hard to miss |
| You’re in a DAZE cause I BLAZE like an arsonist |
| I come up in the house like a thief in the night |
| And electrify a crowd like keys on a kite |
| (STAY CALM!) Before I drop the napalm |
| Find yourself caught in a dangerous liaison |
| Lay it on thick, brick by brick, lickety split |
| Rhymes are fat like Jiminy Glick |
| You want beef, here’s a hickory stick, I shoot the gift |
| You won’t know it till it’s over like a mystery flick |
| To put it blunt, I pack a punch like a school lunch |
| Got no time for punks, they take lumps |
| So PLEASE stop bugging for my honeycombs |
| Or I’ll hit you in the funny bone (OWW!!) |
| SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! |
| Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! |
| Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| Come on, you gotta SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| We wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Grab your mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| I will! |
| Andy’s the name, takin aim like Calamity Jane |
| In a rap’s last stand I’m the man who remains |
| When I claim to pack heat (uh-huh), know my ammunition |
| Is my flow and rhythm SO I’m armed to the teeth |
| My lungs are gun powder, throat cold and narrow |
| So when I open my mouth you’re looking down the barrel |
| Of an emcee sniper, eye in the scope |
| Reigning down rounds of rhyme, fire, and smoke (BOOM!) |
| Lighting strikes twice from my mic device |
| Cause when I write it’s like guns in knife fights |
| There’s no competition so I don’t listen |
| You think you’re dope here’s a penny, go wishin |
| I shoot to kill, better know the odds |
| Or wind up on boot hill, man get out of dodge |
| (U-D!) plus Thes One and Double K |
| We all just laugh when your record is played |
| Ain’t nothing funny, what y’all laughin at? |
| Yeah, it’s K. Jackson over here with my homeboy |
| You know what I’m saying |
| I’m just helpin 'em out on this microphone |
| It goes hippa to the hoppa and it just don’t stoppa |
| I’m dressed in all black with my man K. Jax |
| I got thrown in the slammer, I tried to battle Hammer |
| They wanna interview me so I spit in the camera |
| You know I love Pac, that’s why I got SHOT |
| Had to gain some credibility, now everybody feelin me |
| I’m on VH-ONE and MTV |
| I’m down with DJ EZ Rock and I’m back with U-D |
| It takes one to roll the blunt, it takes two to get jumped |
| And I be hanging at the church house looking for sluts |
| I hate rap music but, see, I’m so damn good |
| My homey told me «Boy, get it like I know that you could» |
| So I stole the microphone, wrote rhymes on my own |
| When I go to Burger King all the chicks are on my bone |
| It grows and grows and grows, gets a little bigger |
| You wanna see me skeet, baby girl, pull the trigger |
| I’ve got bang for your butt and I hate posse cuts |
| I’m a one mic thriller, I’m a soft beverage chiller |
| Whoever takes the mic, you better be illa |
| Now what’s the time, everybody say (MILLER!!!) |
| SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! |
| Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! |
| Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| Once again, you gotta SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Get on the cut and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| Einstein! |
| («I'm a sure shot shooter!») — - ] Afrika Baby Sham |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| («And my? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes») |
| («I'm a sure shot shooter!») — - ] Afrika Baby Sham |
| Say — WHAT |
| («And my? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes») |
| («I'm a sure shot shooter!») — - ] Afrika Baby Sham |
| Make it funky, now |
| («And my? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes») |
| («I'm — I’m — I’m — I’m — I’m — I’m a sure shot shooter!») — - ] Afrika Baby |
| Sham |
| Uh-huh |
| («Bring it for the right second, then I’m going for mine.») |
| SHOOT YOUR SHOT! |
| *BANG* |