Madlib - Two Pistols lyrics
[Hook: Mitchy Slick] You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer n***as don't squab no more it's all gunplay Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day Every OG got a youngster that'll whack for him And if he gets pissed he'll dust off a old mac for him Last couple n***as smoked got they whole wigs riddled These n***as got some big a** guns that's why I ride with two pistols [Verse 1: Phil Da Agony] Yeah Blast for your stash I'm like Fat Albert's younger homie Dumb Donald with the mask Drunker than lil' Ra** Ka** of the flask My eyes start getting all wide once I see cash Lemon pepper sea ba** Sprinkling that Lawry's seasoning With a pinch of Mrs. Dash Ashen'n my backwood packaging While I break every letter down in my rap Like an acronym Whatever happened to that? That n***a sh** Like 'em blacker than black Pull out the mac from the back of the lac That's my n***a I'll clap for him The first rapper ever took me on tour I'll go to war for him Go to the drawer for him Pull out a couple of stacks Either that or just dust of the gat Yeah that [Hook: Mitchy Slick] You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer n***as don't squab no more it's all gunplay Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day Every OG got a youngster that'll whack for him And if he gets pissed he'll dust off a old mac for him Last couple n***as smoked got they whole wigs riddled These n***as got some big a** guns that's why I ride with two pistols [Verse 2: Krondon] I arise hit me knees and pray And pull the Henny out For my bredren in heaven I pour the Remy out Fatal without doubt Too many pennies A little's better than not any Take it from me Willy Hutch and the clutch off blunts and clear Belvederes Nevada nights off white huntin' for Brittany Spears Hear the boom blast Fast as the words up out a DOOM mask No school or cla** could the fool pa** Rescue please ??? President Hussein Don't let em shame your name and wish the truth came Free the lame, art of war, armageddon for the future Can't tell the Saint from the shooter Codeine supplement Never seen such a crime scene like outsourced torture for the government [Hook: Mitchy Slick] You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer n***as don't squab no more it's all gunplay Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day Every OG got a youngster that'll whack for him And if he gets pissed he'll dust off a old mac for him Last couple n***as smoked got they whole wigs riddled These n***as got some big a** guns that's why I ride with two pistols [Verse 3: Phil Da Agony] Yeah that, you ain't never lied You qualified to be the south-east ghetto tour guide Let's slow ride and take a closer look inside Trigger side, homicide It's like Amistad, swallow your pride Like a super big gulp Knocked out like the great white hope Socked out, before you hit the floor You hit the ropes hard Bullet proof booth like the Pope Car Vacation with your b**h send a post card Corny like Carson Daly, this your last call Put a gun straight to your head, hate to blast yall So imma just stall y'all out The little homey's gonna air you out When they see you with the b**h out No doubt