Get Yo Guns Lyrics

Yeah man, uh, I'm in the studio with Big Flake
Uh huh, that's my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records
We're family, we ride together we roll together
For you hoes that don't understand it, f**k you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

[Big Flake]
Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my britches
f**k the bullshittin I got something for you bitches
That's all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
Go on with that shit, get the f**k out my face
f**k a case, the Jura' can't hold me down
I'm 300 pounds, six feet you know me now
And show me bitch where the dam stash at
Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I fold ya
I flip young boys like a key of soda
It's the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't give a f**k I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what y'all little niggas know about that
First we click clack, then you hear it go pop
I'm a young little g and man I can't stop
I move nonchalant, so I can't be detected
And you heard the ghetto mexicans, bitch I wrecked it
It's like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, I leave niggas in a daze
It's like a maze, when you creep up in the hood
Every corner you reach, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my crime stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope sales
You gone fail, if you try to test this
I'm like daytime T.V., young and restless
Check the guest list, me I be V.I.P.
I'm a cold ass mex call me frosty
Don't try to cross me, cause I don't like hoe niggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out
Hold a grudge with two face niggas f**k they damn troops, bitch

That's real my nigga
f**k these hoe ass niggas

[Chorus - 2x]
You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys
You get your guns, I'll get my guns

[South Park Mexican]
On the play list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12 Spaceships
Spent a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, man that's the exact same
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherf**kers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f**k with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like some minnows
I'm still Los, the one you came to for caine fool
When you got robbed, the one you had to explain to
I came in the door, said it before
Never let the mic mesmerize me no more
As the planet spins, I'm still cracking rims
I got a beer belly look like I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the worst
The finest bitch in my school was the f**king nurse
Only heaven knows, what I've been through
In third grade I got busted with a jitsu
Now I rest my head in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with four O's of maple
I'm waco I mean wacko, come through the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though
My next door neighbor played for the Astros
And last night he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least four guns
I got two plants, that grow under lamps
I'm at the club just wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still I'm a klepto
I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs at Petco
I'm murdering, I'll destroy any earthling
Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be hard
I know you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille Park

[Chorus - 4x]
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Record Label(s): 2002 Dope House Records
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