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"Oh yeah it is!"
"Colour is not important. "
Lick a shot!
"Oh!"
Comin' at ya
"Fire!"

Zippedy do da, zippedy hey
Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK
And get on the way
On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay
Prude! You can't hang
Flash back on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner
I'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya
Fool
Hit ya with a golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If ya push that by like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's time for some action

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Sunday morning
Wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats an' dogs
Pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin'
Scooby - Doo
An' fucked down too
Ploy me
Don't let your punk ass try me
Gonna take more
Then you better call your backup team
And wait for the crew
I'm the one flippin'
Keepin' the clip
On my hip an'
Just watch your back if you're slippin'
Oooo
Where did that. 22
Come from
When the bullet past through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder
I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number!

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Had a bad dream
Woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bull - shit!
This pine box
Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx
Critical bell rings
Snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me
I got no strap G
What now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm

Let the gatt hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm
"Oh yeah it is!"   "Colour is not important. "   Lick a shot!   "Oh!"   Comin' at ya   "Fire!"      Zippedy do da, zippedy hey   Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK   And get on the way   On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay   Prude! You can't hang   Flash back on the skills when I used to bang   On the corner   I'll warn ya   Gonna roll on ya   Fool   Hit ya with a golden rule   Don't turn your back on the street   When I hit that corner, feel the concrete   If ya push that by like nothin'   Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden   Blastin' at these fools with a passion   Look at the Glock when it's time for some action      Let the gatt hummm   Lick a shot!   So I let the gatt hummm      Let the gatt hummm   Lick a shot!   So I let the gatt hummm      Sunday morning   Wake up it's stormin'   Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'   Cats an' dogs   Pigs in a wagon   Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin'   Scooby - Doo   An' fucked down too   Ploy me   Don't let your punk ass try me   Gonna take more   Then you better call your backup team   And wait for the crew   I'm the one flippin'   Keepin' the clip   On my hip an'   Just watch your back if you're slippin'   Oooo   Where did that. 22   Come from   When the bullet past through my lung   I've lost my breath I'm winded   I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended   I hear thunder   I wonder   If a nigga like me's goin' under   Take a number!      Let the gatt hummm   Lick a shot!   So I let the gatt hummm      Let the gatt hummm   Lick a shot!   So I let the gatt hummm      Had a bad dream   Woke up in a casket   Now I can't even get back at the bastard   Bull - shit!   This pine box   Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx   Critical bell rings   Snapped out the dream   What the fuck's up with the funny red beam   Pointin' at me   I got no strap G   What now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me   Bam, I feel numb   Where did the shotgun blast come from      Let the gatt hummm   Lick a shot!   So I let the gatt hummm      Let the gatt hummm   Lick a shot!   So I let the gatt hummm