Robin Thicke - Shooter lyrics

[Verse 1: Robin Thicke] I heard some shouts, like: "down on the floor!" Then - even louder: "we got shooters, shooters!" I turn around, I was staring at chrome Shotgun watches door, got security good Jumped right over counter Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her "I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter" [Hook: Robin Thicke] My hands up, my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, "shooter!" [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] So many doubt cause I come from the South But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out Bang! Die b**h-n***a die! I hope you bleed a lake I'mma play x-ray, helping y'all see the fake I'm just trying to be the Great, trying to get a piece of cake Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen Call me Automatic Weezy, b**h, I keep spittin', pow! [Break: Robin Thicke] All these b**hes and, all these b**hes! But ain't no lovers around They thinking about shooting! Them shooters Got the guns, girls. Ladies, them gunners that Shoot shoot shoot shoot! Shooters! [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient Stop being rapper racists, region-haters Spectators, dictators, behind door dick-takers It's outrageous! You don't know how sick you make us I want to throw it up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern, face it If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics [Break: Robin Thicke] Lady walks into a shotgun surprise Dropped to her knees, saw her life before her eyes He said: "b**h is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it I'm your - shooter!" [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Socks soaking wet, I been running y'all I reload every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward, you better know me Lil Wayne, just call me Lord, hard Take pain like Tylenols, raw Way past par, far, I'm some sh** you never saw I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose, or draw And then they ask who, when, where, how and My reply was simply, "Pow!"