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when my pistol goes (pat, pat) - k-flex lyrics

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[intro]
oh yeah, n*gga, get your gecks, n*ggas! get your gecks!
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat

[verse 1]
you messin’ with motherf*cking k!llers, on a thrill*a
a n*gga that’s all about making that skrilla
the cocaine dealer, the b*tch stealer
motherf*cker, i’m steadily having problems with you busters
gonna be bustin’ in your b*tch ass
if you disrespect my gang, n*gga
i’m comin’ out choppin’ and bustin’
i’m runnin’ up fussin’ and crushin’
n*gga, you f*ck up and get a slug in your nuggets
n*gga, please! me and my g’s are rollin’ these
you walk around talkin’ that sh*t
and i’m slingin’ these motherf*ckin’ keys
i’m rollin’ around in the hood, and my pockets are rich, n*gga
you steadily lackin’ my game, and you act like a b*tch, n*gga
i’m gonna be wrappin’ my 9 in my pant and i’m loadin’ a clip, n*gga
pat*pat, and they’re gonna find your ass in a ditch, n*gga
so what the f*ck? you said i don’t look, i’m loc’ing up
i’m rollin’ around in yo hood and i’m hollin’ about what up, cuz?
you see, you don’t know a thing about being a g
so grab your piece, and repeat after me
now let me hear you go
[chorus]
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my nine goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat

[verse 2]
we’re runnin’ through n*ggas, clockin’ n*ggas
we’re stoppin’ n*ggas in their tracks
ain’t no need for you to look, the dog is back
i’m on a tec mode, lock and load while we explode
so f*ck what these n*ggas say or what they know
well, it’s my time and my turn, got lyrics to burn
versatility’s they key, i’m extreme, you need to learn
but you all forget the element of try and fail
every pin a n*gga, pin, i got a story to tell
i’m holdin’ minds outnumbered and against all odds
i ain’t a crip or a blood, yet i roll in this black car
still keepin’ enemy close, and for the most of my thugs
lookin’ for creme, tryin’ to build up a team
you can’t give a n*gga enough props, i’m still growin’
exploring the unexplored (what?), and still flowin’
now picture me on top of the world, lookin’ up
it ain’t a dream, motherf*cker, you didn’t just woke up
[chorus]
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my nine goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat

[verse 3]
n*ggas who slang dope, bang broke, dream jacks
scheme snaps, and pack machine gats
good macks for hood rats, checkin’ the scene traps
triple bean macks, flexin’, geckin’ steam cracks [?]
sends supreme pack, sends trips to cream stacks
a military rash for money and green sacks
n*ggas that k!ll it, feel the mean men
ogs for cheese, that throw keys on teen rats
you meet ’em at the airport, in 15 flat
trade marquis, flay darks and feds like dean gatts
where the fiends at? they’ve been keepin’ my rings fat
the apartment plush, don’t touch the clean let
’cause the whole team packed, young n*ggas that bring straps
with no strings attached, to the front ring scr*p
witness a n*gga unload extreme raps
till your earlobe explodes, raw power, supreme stuff
[chorus]
now when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my nine goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat
when my pistol goes pat*pat
i wanna hear you go pat*pat*pat*pat

[outro]
where your pistol at? where your pistol at?
where your pistol at? where your pistol at?
where your nine’s at? where your nine at?
where your tec’s at? where your tec’s at?
where your pistol at? where your pistol at?
where your nine at? where your nine at?
face down, n*gga, where your nine at?
face down, n*gga, where your nine at?
face down, n*gga, where your pistol at?
where your pistol at? where your pistol at?
uh, uh! where your pistol at? where your pistol at?
where your pistol at? uh!

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