When My Pistol Goes Pat Pat song by K-Flex (Producer) from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Gangsta Rap, Hardcore Rap, G-Funk music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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When My Pistol Goes Pat Pat Meaning
| [[Intro] Oh yeah, nigga, get your gecks, niggas! 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 motherfucking killers, on a thrill-a A nigga that’s all about making that skrilla The cocaine dealer, the bitch stealer Motherfucker, I’m steadily having problems with you busters Gonna be bustin’ in your bitch ass If you disrespect my gang, nigga I’m comin’ out choppin’ and bustin’ I’m runnin’ up fussin’ and crushin’ Nigga, you fuck up and get a slug in your nuggets Nigga, please! Me and my G’s are rollin’ these You walk around talkin’ that shit And I’m slingin’ these motherfuckin’ keys I’m rollin’ around in the hood, and my pockets are rich, nigga You steadily lackin’ my game, and you act like a bitch, nigga I’m gonna be wrappin’ my 9 in my pant and I’m loadin’ a clip, nigga Pat-pat, and they’re gonna find your ass in a ditch, nigga So what the fuck? 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 niggas, clockin’ niggas We’re stoppin’ niggas 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 fuck what these niggas 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 nigga, 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 nigga 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, motherfucker, 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] Niggas 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 Niggas that kill 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 niggas that bring straps With no strings attached, to the front ring scrap Witness a nigga 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, nigga, where your nine at? Face down, nigga, where your nine at? Face down, nigga, 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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