DJ Don Cannon - Pistol N The Air lyrics

[Intro: Luda & Yelawolf] Think I'mma try something that I.. that I never did before on this one.. (Me too Luda) let's go [Verse 1: Yelawolf] If the block stays poppin', I'mma keep rockin' Run the red light full speed You might seen a B-Boy drop and freeze But you ain't never heard of me (Please..) Shine up my chrome, put the glaze on my shoes Jump fresh, dress to k**, I'm dippin' on you's Sit back, my rhymes are bucket seats in a cadillac Ever went pfffft rat-a-tat-tat, with a black mac Raf back, the bitter swinging, and I got an extra bat Like a weapon of ma** destruction you can bet as bad I'm stickin' oh mama's mad, Mama better be glad Mrs. Jackson don't wanna see the posturepedic layin on her back Not like that, I might beat her up like Michael's dad With the hard fist of rifle raps, your daughter was born with a nice round a** Round is on the corner with the hydro stash Stop, take a lunch break eat a barbecue slab I'll barbecue the beat, little daddy eat that Fill you up like a 12 piece meat pack [Hook: Yelawolf: X2] Jump from the sticks to the bricks! Roll through the hood and bump this sh**! Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!) [Verse 2: Yelawolf] I'm King Kong with a barrel of dynamite in his palm The heat is on, 95, I'm taggin' up Nashville with the Krylon Kool-Aid stains on my lips with no aid to be cool with A naturally given gift to do with What hip-hop I can do with a stick Snap it, break it, pop it, swing it, peel it, carve it Whip whip to the legs of a child, that's the south Pick a switch for runnin' your mouth Daddy ain't got no deal But daddy's got a gangsta grill, how does it feel What a motherf**er with a 2 inch wheel And it feel like a 24 and it's over Hold your nose quick while this risin' still If you boat can't float her [Hook: Yelawolf] Jump from the sticks to the bricks! Roll through the hood and bump this sh**! Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!) [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Yeah it's been a long time, no bread It's Like I been on a low-carb diet, yea No jars, no Pyrex, but I rock sh** like Jeezy did A breeze in a sense, not a relief pitcher But a major league arm on a veteran I tell 'em 10 times They didn't give me 9 But I give 'em one more chance I tell 'em again, and again and again And I gained recognition Who was you dissin'? Not this man With a lawn mower on the yard of a rich man Work my a** off in the summer heat It's me, straight sweating beads Fallin' from my head like seeds from a tree Pushin' this b**h cause she got weak knees I'm an orthopedic MC Heave hoes, whistle while I work It ain't nothin' to a man, with his hands in the dirt The dirty south where the birds be at Plenty of keys, plenty of traps [Hook: Yelawolf] Jump from the sticks to the bricks! Roll through the hood and bump this sh**! Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)