Ludacris - We Got Lyrics
[Ludacris]DTP we got them guns that go...[I-20]Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killaNiggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealerYou better tell ya man that with the gages I'm niceI'll shoot up yall white shirts until yall look like diceBut I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggazI 2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggazDTP we aint plying if you try to get our penA.K's get ta spraying like...Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt itBust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowdedFind our hole and fagots there, just for thinking its rapAnd tell that pretty ***** thug we got some pretty big gatsChaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agreeSo you should what you saying if it's intended for meSo be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walkingAnd that oozy get to talking like...[Tity Boi]Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'emCan the an and ***** 'em, damn 'emPress him, man him, scared him, teared him, kneed him upBake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him upA-B-C-E-F shawty is you a G or whatNow it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this worldI'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them *****es up like earlServing the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'emI'm 38, hot with a pearl handle...And I'm throwing text like a NBA refI got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQArtillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistolsI point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit yaAnd aint taking no more pictures, if you snap ima clickAnyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil FateAnd I'm webbing choppers like heli-coptersYou gon' need hella doctors, when the glok go...[Chingy]Stay on the set *****, better watch your lip that text be quick20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, aint no exit trickUs you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicksReload with the next clip, I'm the ro nigga to flex with *****Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shitPut a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas *****Look at my necklace, maybe hit a ngga disrespect this clickMy pistol grip sound like this...now whatWho want that they *****ed, when I ***** and load the cake, bust bustYall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff upYall lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up braWe'll suit you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nutMy wrist rocky, like Sylvester StalloneSo thurr for you should invest, in a vest for ya domeCause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landingBeast the nick, but my cannon go...[Ludacris]***** a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cabBleedin so hard you'll need a life size maxi padSo flip the script and tell your woman its your time on the monthA.K. 47 for the niggaz who's really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumpsGot killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my groupBut I got bananas for you niggaz and I aint talking bout fruitIll pay your CAB BACK with the BLACK MACKTill your BACK CRACK, ***** the GAT BACK like...CLAK CLAK CLAKSwallow a hallow make 'em digest the 50 caliberYo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendarI, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too longI'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this songMy Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easyAnd my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze meAnd for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the showMy Oozy got a drum roll, it goes...
