Pistol Ready 1

Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang The chick's riding me, she started to pant She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant She's eating that wood, like she's a termite Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty Started at three, it's going on four-thirty Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A