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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Volume 10
Volume 10
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Vidal
Eric Vidal
Songwriter
Nick Vidal
Nick Vidal
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
Adrian Miller
Adrian Miller
Songwriter
Dwayne Hawkins
Dwayne Hawkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Baka Boyz
The Baka Boyz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was raised in the hood, called... what the diff?
Whether brothers in the hood be chivalrous
So I rest defense on my ligaments
Pistol grip pump on my lap, risking it
So life living it, never giving back
Too late for slipping, so slack... up
It's on my lap, its on your lips so track shit
A steel dick full clip for punk butts
All I'm saying there ain't no question who the man is
In my Civic or in this showbiz
I shit a fool, I cut a fool, come on, what you say?
I think I can take care of all you motherfuckers no delaying, right away
[Verse 2]
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
**** fuck with other **** shit, but they don't fuck with mine
[Verse 3]
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Right)
'Cause tricks be out for your blind side (Side)
Never understood it, but remember I showed you that
In the nineties you gotta look over your shoulder strap
Well that ain't nothing but just for getting high
And a cop ain't give a shit for just passing you by
If you're in trouble, on the double best to call your pals
If you ain't got none, bitch, I got- I got a million styles
Around me
Are we getting along?
We family, we better be
(We got your back, we got your back, 10)
(Just don't be pointing no more of them guns)
Aiight man...
[Verse 4]
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
**** fuck with other **** shit, but they don't fuck with mine
[Verse 5]
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
**** fuck with other **** shit, but they don't fuck with mine
[Verse 6]
Rhyming is a cinch, son of a bitch I'm rich
But that don't mean you can gank me, cause all my peoples is pimps
Players, hustlers, killers, all been through the filter
I hang with my dogs man, fuck a gorilla
Iller, cadaver, hill-a, beans
Show me have a enough steam, to blow me up, run up, what up, shut up
A trick get the buckshots
Your daughter get the love, a lot
Until you're outtie, at the cemetery
Man, she loves me, and not a single solitary witness to the party
And if you didn't know, should've asked somebody
(Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times)
[Verse 7]
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
**** fuck with other **** shit, but they don't fuck with mine
[Verse 8]
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
**** fuck with other **** shit, but they don't fuck with mine
[Verse 9]
(Pistol grip pump)
(Pistol grip pump)
(Pistol grip pump)
(Yeah)
(Pistol grip pump)
(Pistol grip pump)
(Pistol grip pump)
(Ay man, Ay)
Written by: Adrian A Miller, Dino Hawkins, Eric Vidal, Nick Vidal, Roger Troutman
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