Pistol Playa - Frayser Boy

Crunchy Black): You ain’t gon’believe what happened to me man.

: What happened?

(Man I just had to whoop this nigga man) (Yeah man)

Man: Crunchy, Crunchy!

What’s up, what’s up, what’s up nigga?

(What's up wit’you nigga?) What’s up with that shit in the club nigga?

(Nigga it’s whatever) Huh, what you wanna do now nigga?

I got this tone now nigga, got this tone now nigga

(I got the same thing nigga, it’s whatever nigga)

Smack you upside yo’motherfuckin’head nigga

(All you gotta do is do what you gotta do nigga)

Huh?

Get buck nigga!

Get buck drunk now nigga!

(Nigga I been buck nigga, nigga I been buck nigga)

Huh what you wanna do now nigga?

(Whatever dog)

Nigga talk how you would talk if you ain’t have your gun

You’s a weak ass nigga I think your ass would run

'Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa

(Pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa), 'ol fucker ass sucker

Nigga talk how you would talk if you ain’t have your gun

You’s a weak ass nigga I think your ass would run

'Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa)

Pistol playa, (pistol playa), fucker ass sucker

I hate when niggaz talk shit, 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 niggaz bitch 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 nigga

Pull a gun for fun that sound a lil’dumb nigga

It can get a lil’tragic, end up with deadly cost

You’ll make a nigga 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 fuckin’tone, gon’pop like a quiz

Boy pussy ass niggaz get fucked in the butt

When I get back bitch, best be tryin’to catch a cut

Coming back like 'nigga what?', I ain’t gon’play, I’m gon’bust

Fuck with me, and you’re fucked, then I’m slum on that 'Tuss, what nigga

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 nigga pulled a gun on me But that’s okay nigga, I’m makin’paper, all y’all other niggaz out

catchin’vapors

You have to rape a, hoe to get pussy, Crunchy Black leaves shit so mushy

Locked and load, jump up out the bushes, I told y’all niggaz y’all ain’t

nothin’but pussy

This ain’t no pistol play, niggaz need bullets

And if I got mine, nigga I’ma pull it You’ll think Crunchy Black is a bully

'Cause I leave niggaz stankin’like pussy

So gone on nigga with that fuckin’bullshit

CB and Frayser Boy we let them guns click