Get My Gun lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Intro: Bishop Lamont]
I’m a classy n*gga

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
I got a sledgehammer for your answer
Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea
You think that is an overreaction
Wait till I get my gun
Wait till I get my gun
Wait till I get my gun
Wait till I get my gun

Anybody else want to negotiate?

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]
In the beginning I was humble
I don’t give a f*ck now
Any n*gga say some sh*t
Automatic shutdown
A snap of my finger, I’ll snap your femur
I know I a proper cleanup service that will drop by and cleanup
Blood and brains in the drapes, get vacuumed and steamed up
I’m married to the mob forever, baby no pre-nup
I’m talking big sh*t, yea, don’t it sound good?
I call shots homie and I don’t even run the hood
Think I was put on, I ain’t even from no hood
Gangbanger don’t bang, my gun do the same thing
Look good in red or blue, I never could choose between
That’s really probably why I ain’t never joined a gang
I’m too fashion savvy, indecisive, plus I’m happy
f*ck jail and I’m allergic to them hot shells
Grew up in it, tell you bout it like a bronx tale
I got a bone to pick, big as an ox tail
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
I got a sledgehammer for your answer
Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea
You think that is an overreaction
Wait till I get my gun
Wait till I get my gun
Wait till I get my gun
Wait till I get my gun

[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
I’m so damn suave, yea so damn hood
I’m coroner west coast, god damn a n*gga good
Got a gun ain't had to use it yet, knock knock on wood
If I pop this big sh*t, it’ll knock down redwoods
Wish a n*gga would, no I don’t, wish he wouldn’t
‘Cause if he do his brains is goo, homie, jello puddin’
I’m no killer, no terminator
But if you push me, I’mma make a great impersonator
These n*ggas ain’t sh*t and ain’t never gonna be sh*t
I’m on a yacht in c carters call me seasick
Blondes and brunettes, I feed them sea di*k
A n*gga get popped, I ain’t see sh*t
Love will get you killed, I can’t show no remorse
You rappers look like food, Aqua Team Hunger Force
So bon appetite, I’ll pack a knife and a fork
A lot of rappers they eatin’, Cali and New York
[Hook: Frank Ocean & Bishop Lamont ]
I got a sledgehammer for your answer
Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea
You think that is an overreaction
Wait till I get my gun (n*gga, wait 'til I get my mothaf*ckin' gun)
Wait till I get my gun (No, no, don’t take your shirt off n*gga we ain’t fighting)
Wait till I get my gun (Wait till I get this mo’f*ckin gun)
Wait till I get my gun
n*gga I have fun in jail
I love the apple sauce they have in jail
It’s not that bad

[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]
Yeah, I don’t even care no more
A n*gga stay high wherever I go
Either off weed, them pills, or some blow
Looking for the party. where the b*tches? let’s roll
I got my gun, my gun, if a n*gga wanna start some sh*t
Mof*cker don’t run, don’t run, cause I’mma kill you and your b*tch
Whoa whoa wait a minute hold the phone
In no shape or form have I ever condoned
Killing somebody, him or his b*tch
Unless he deserved it and she’s an ugly ass b*tch
I’m crucial, yea so crucial
But so’s the whole world, best believe the feeling’s mutual
Dog eat dog in Kathmandu
f*ck it, I’m gonna eat like man vs food
[Outro: Bishop Lamont]
n*gga I’m senseless
I’m outta control n*gga
If I get this gun n*gga and you hear heads pop off
I’m popping n*ggas
I’m popping babies
I’m popping b*tches
I don’t care
I have no standards
n*gga I’m put a f*cking nipple on the end of a silencer and put it in a baby’s mouth
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