Pistol Playa lyrics

by

Three 6 Mafia


[Intro: Crunchy Black & Frayser Boy]
You ain't gon' believe what happened to me man
What happened?
(Man I just had to whoop this n*gga man) [For real?] (Yeah man)
Crunchy, Crunchy! What's up, what's up, what's up n*gga?
(What's up wit' you n*gga?) What's up with that sh*t in the club n*gga?
(n*gga it's whatever) Huh, what you wanna do now n*gga?
I got this tone now n*gga, got this tone now n*gga
(I got the same thing n*gga, it's whatever n*gga)
Smack you upside yo' motherf*ckin' head n*gga
(All you gotta do is do what you gotta do n*gga)
Huh? Get buck n*gga! Get buck drunk now n*gga!
(n*gga I been buck n*gga, n*gga I been buck n*gga)
Huh what you wanna do now n*gga?
(Whatever dog)

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
n*gga talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n*gga I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa
(Pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa), 'ol f*cker ass sucker
n*gga talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n*gga I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa)
Pistol playa, (pistol playa), f*cker ass sucka
[Verse 1: Frayser Boy]
I hate when n*ggas talk sh*t, 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*ggas b*tch 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*gga
Pull a gun for fun that sound a lil' dumb n*gga
It can get a lil' tragic, end up with deadly cost
You'll make a n*gga circle back and blow your ass off
Old coward ass boy, keep it real, what's the deal
You the type that'll slip up, make mistake and kill
I can show you better than I can tell ya, so what's the biz
You gon' hear my f*ckin' tone, gon' pop like a quiz
Boy pus*y ass n*ggas get f*cked in the butt
When I get back b*tch, best be tryin' to catch a cut
Coming back like 'n*gga what?', I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' bust
f*ck with me, and you're f*cked, then I'm slum on that 'Tuss, what n*gga

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
n*gga talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n*gga I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa
(Pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa), 'ol f*cker ass sucker
n*gga talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n*gga I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa)
Pistol playa, (pistol playa), f*cker ass sucka
[Verse 2: 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*gga pulled a gun on me
But that's okay n*gga, I'm makin' paper, all y'all other n*ggas out catchin' vapors
You have to rape a, ho to get pus*y, Crunchy Black leaves sh*t so mushy
Locked and load, jump up out the bushes, I told y'all n*ggas y'all ain't nothin' but pus*y
This ain't no pistol play, n*ggas need bullets
And if I got mine, n*gga I'ma pull it
You'll think Crunchy Black is a bully
Cause I leave n*ggas stankin' like pus*y
So gone on n*gga with that f*ckin' bullsh*t
CB and Frayser Boy we let them guns click

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
n*gga talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n*gga I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa
(Pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa), 'ol f*cker ass sucker
n*gga talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n*gga I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa)
Pistol playa, (pistol playa), f*cker ass sucka
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