Frayser Boy Pistol Playa Lyrics

[Crunchy Black:] You ain't gon' believe what happened to me man.
[Frayser Boy:] What happened?
(Man I just had to whoop this nigga man) {For real?} (Yeah man)
[Man:] Crunchy, Crunchy! What's up, what's up, what's up nigga?
(What's up wit' you nigga?) What's up with that shit in the club nigga?
(Nigga it's whatever) Huh, what you wanna do now nigga?
I got this tone now nigga, got this tone now nigga
(I got the same thing nigga, it's whatever nigga)
Smack you upside yo' motherf*ckin' head nigga
(All you gotta do is do what you gotta do nigga)
Huh? Get buck nigga! Get buck drunk now nigga!
(Nigga I been buck nigga, nigga I been buck nigga)
Huh what you wanna do now nigga?
(Whatever dog)

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Nigga talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass nigga I think your ass would run
'Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa
(Pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa), 'ol f*cker ass sucker
Nigga talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass nigga I think your ass would run
'Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa)
Pistol playa, (pistol playa), f*cker ass sucker

[Frayser Boy]
I hate when niggaz talk shit, when they know they some hoes
They nuts plump, 'cause they got a tone under they clothes
But you can see it in they eyes, when niggaz bitch made
But my gun's a lil' bigger, it's like you got a switchblade If you pull it, better use it, or be dead young nigga
Pull a gun for fun that sound a lil' dumb nigga
It can get a lil' tragic, end up with deadly cost
You'll make a nigga circle back and blow your ass off
Old coward ass boy, keep it real, what's the deal
You the type that'll slip up, make mistake and kill
I can show you better than I can tell ya, so what's the biz
You gon' hear my f*ckin' tone, gon' pop like a quiz
Boy p*ssy ass niggaz get f*cked in the butt
When I get back bitch, best be tryin' to catch a cut
Coming back like 'nigga what?', I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' bust
f*ck with me, and you're f*cked, then I'm slum on that 'Tuss, what nigga

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
I'ma tell you what happened to me one day
I was chillin' out with one of my padres
We was hanging in a tree, I needed some weed, instead my nigga pulled a gun on me
But that's okay nigga, I'm makin' paper, all y'all other niggaz out catchin' vapors
You have to rape a, hoe to get p*ssy, Crunchy Black leaves shit so mushy
Locked and load, jump up out the bushes, I told y'all niggaz y'all ain't nothin' but p*ssy
This ain't no pistol play, niggaz need bullets
And if I got mine, nigga I'ma pull it
You'll think Crunchy Black is a bully
'Cause I leave niggaz stankin' like p*ssy
So gone on nigga with that f*ckin' bullshit
CB and Frayser Boy we let them guns click

[Chorus]

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