(feat. Crunchy Black, DJ Paul) 



[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' motherfuckin' 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 fucker 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), fucker 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 fuckin' tone, gon' pop like a quiz 

Boy pussy ass niggaz get fucked 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 

Fuck with me, and you're fucked, 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 pussy, 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 pussy 

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 pussy 

So gone on nigga with that fuckin' bullshit 

CB and Frayser Boy we let them guns click 



[Chorus]