Big Tyme - Get Ya Gun lyrics

[Verse 1] That's my word (word!); I flip herb, birds Coke, crack, dope, smack; oh, snap! Heard, herb Should talk in sign language, y'all don't deserve words I get my serve swerved; may leave 'em 1st, 3rd Stop lyin'? Lie for what? Steer a whip, drive it up Steer a brick, pie it up; supply the stuff, fly as f** Said word, (word!) n***a; just observe, I disturb From New Jerse to the curb, make absurd figures Stop lyin', picture me poutin'; dog, could ya vision a fountain? Bad b**h switchin' and bouncin' (in what?) in that Christian Louboutin Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners Know what I feel in the winter? 80 degrees, deal with a winner I know some rowdy rowdy n***as that rock a Audi proudly One thing 'bout me: doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me I'm sprayin' it well, I'm playin' the sell Fifty mil like David Chappelle, my paper propel Won't lay in a cell; you takin' a L [Hook] This is fun, n***a; you should run, n***a Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, n***a This is fun, n***a; you a dumb n***a Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, n***a What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, n***a [Interlude - Beth Melillo] Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun? Juvenile gun possession is a problem If a child obtains an improperly stored gun The adult owner is criminally liable (k**a!) The restrictions are endless [Verse 2] Yo, sell you crack for a dub, it's a package of love (it's all love) The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp) And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove Yup, we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what) Guns matchin' my jeans (what's that?) I'm just stylin' my friend I better get squashed (why?) When that telly is ready, I medley a deadly, a sauce That'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard And I got them mami's screamin', "Dammit, man!" Really, "Dammit, Cam!", hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn) Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope) Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at) In front of the corner store under the canopy Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of pee (here, drink this) That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover (what happened?) Don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya