AZLYRICS: Crooked I – Pistol Grip Lyrics

“Pistol Grip”

So right, so right, so right (Family business)
Ayo, Diz
I told you we gonna put our foot on the gas pedal all year
New wave hitmaker
Ayo, Tony
They can’t fuck with me
Like that

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine
Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, but they don’t be jacking mine

Let me just take you back rewind
Let me just take you back in time
Nah fuck that, let’s go to the future
Crooked ain’t never past his prime
Jurassic rhymes, scholastic mind
The classic lines, yeah that shit mine
Niggas wanna hate me that shit fine
Got a plastic nine that’ll blast six times
On the top of the pile is where you always gonna find a nigga
Constantly out rhyming niggas
Hate on Eminem all you want, he had the balls to sign a nigga
Bun B told me long ago, “You think these niggas wanna rap with you?
Think they all wanna get smacked up in front of their fans on a track with you?”
It’s Sunday, I’m outshining niggas
Any givin’ got the semi trippin’
Like I’m Rémy mixin’ with the Henny sippin’
Bitches give me chicken like I’m really pimpin’
On my bullshit like skinny Pippen
Busy whippin’ in the Bentley drippin’
Any victim in the city slippin’
That extended clip’ll start spittin’ venom
Wet ’em up like they skinny dippin’
But don’t get fooled by the gun bars
En garde, get punched hard
Get punched quicker than a lunch card
Then I’m going to cut your ass like a trump card
Slump your ass like Slump God
Nigga this that West Coast, low riders in the front yard
Old school Zapp and some Parliament
Blue cap with the Dodger brim
New strap with the hollows in
Move back, what the problem is?
Lose cash, I’ma ball again
New bag and it’s all on them
True rap is all I spin, Volume Ten

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine
Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine (Mine)
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine
Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine

The theme song to the Sopranos still playing in the key of life
These fools are nanos, we’re giants, we gon’ be alright
In camo when we creep at night
With ammo, grip the heater tight
Squeeze on you like Rambo, show you what that ether like
Religious like an Israelite, biblical with the shit I write
Every word I say get your third eye vision
Right your ears, hear it, it’ll give you sight
I’m leadin’ the blind, the Jesus of rhymin’
Oh, my new testament give you keys to the grind and
Yo, my grind is forever, I freeze it in time and no
This ain’t rhymin’, these are diamonds I leave in your mind, whoa
Cardiologists ain’t got the heart to swallow this
Hollow tip that’ll bury you underneath brontosauruses
So deep archaeologists’ll dig up Noah’s Ark and just quit
Before they get to the part where your stinkin’ carcass is
You think you hot? I think you narcissist
And fuck the world, ’cause they don’t know what an artist is

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine
Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine
Pump, pump, pump on my lap at all times (Times)
Fools be jacking other fools, they don’t be jacking mine











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