Yelawolf - Pistol N The Air lyrics

[Luda & Yelawolf:] Think I'mma try something that I.. that I never did before on this one.. (Me too Luda) let's go 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 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!) [x2] 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 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!) 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 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!)