DJ Paul
Pistol Playa
[Intro: Crunchy Black & Frayser Boy]
You ain't gon' believe what happened to me man
What happened?
(Man I just had to whoop this n***a man) [For real?] (Yeah man)
Crunchy, Crunchy! What's up, what's up, what's up n***a?
(What's up wit' you n***a?) What's up with that shit in the club n***a?
(N***a it's whatever) Huh, what you wanna do now n***a?
I got this tone now n***a, got this tone now n***a
(I got the same thing n***a, it's whatever n***a)
Smack you upside yo' motherfuckin' head n***a
(All you gotta do is do what you gotta do n***a)
Huh? Get buck n***a! Get buck drunk now n***a!
(N***a I been buck n***a, n***a I been buck n***a)
Huh what you wanna do now n***a?
(Whatever dog)

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
N***a talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n***a 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
N***a talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n***a I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa)
Pistol playa, (pistol playa), fucker ass sucka
[Verse 1: Frayser Boy]
I hate when n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a
Pull a gun for fun that sound a lil' dumb n***a
It can get a lil' tragic, end up with deadly cost
You'll make a n***a 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 n***as get fucked in the butt
When I get back bitch, best be tryin' to catch a cut
Coming back like 'n***a 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 n***a

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
N***a talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n***a 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
N***a talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n***a I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa)
Pistol playa, (pistol playa), fucker ass sucka
[Verse 2: 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 n***a pulled a gun on me
But that's okay n***a, I'm makin' paper, all y'all other n***as out catchin' vapors
You have to rape a, ho to get pussy, Crunchy Black leaves shit so mushy
Locked and load, jump up out the bushes, I told y'all n***as y'all ain't nothin' but pussy
This ain't no pistol play, n***as need bullets
And if I got mine, n***a I'ma pull it
You'll think Crunchy Black is a bully
Cause I leave n***as stankin' like pussy
So gone on n***a with that fuckin' bullshit
CB and Frayser Boy we let them guns click

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
N***a talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n***a 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
N***a talk how you would talk if you ain't have your gun
You's a weak ass n***a I think your ass would run
Cause you a pistol playa, (pistol playa), pistol playa, (pistol playa)
Pistol playa, (pistol playa), fucker ass sucka