Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Baby, do you feel that bass line pumpin' Tell me, can you hear that kick drum thumpin' on the 2 and 4 Let's get on that floor Love to hear the slide of the guitar ringin' Melody's saying everything I'm thinking And I'm starting to To think you think it

Look alive, Sunshine One- oh-nine in the sky but the pigs won't quit You're here with me, Dr. Death Defying I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive A system failure for the masses, empty

Giddy up, giddy up, pump it up girl Set it up, set it up I like how you do it Just put it in Reverse Cowgirl I like how you do it, do it, do it Just put your hands in the air Eh eh nah (Hey) Wave 'em around and go yee haw, yee haw

None of my cars ain't rented Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (esskeetit, ooh) Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh) All matte black, my windows tinted (ooh, brrt) Fuck a bitch once say,

The General Lee I'm the Gerneral Lee, A pistol pumpin', steel belted cavalry. I'll never let you down when you're riding with me; Buckle up and I'll show you what I mean. Take a look back there: Sirens blownin', red lights flashin' everywhere; I'm a

Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration Woah now, retaliation People fi get up and pump them fist when sleepy talk Hear mi transmission

Make my day Pump, pump the jam I don't want a place to stay Make my, make my, make, make my day Get your boody on the floor tonight Pump it up, yo pump it While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin'

Who let the frog out? (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) *Music Plays* Well the party was nice, the party was pumpin' (Yippy Aye Oh!) With everybody having a ball (Yippy Aye Oh!) But I think I hear the Crazy Frog jumpin' (Yippy Aye Oh!) Up and Down and all on the