Stun Gun lyrics

Artist  : Quarashi 
Song : Stun Gun



 Send "Stun Gun" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Tiny]

Aye yo this shit doesn't come easy but hey don't
misjudge me whatever might displease you, still
couldn't touch me. I don't care what I write is
what I'm gonna bust fights on round one, if you
fuck with anyone of us. What! Please, you better
run till your knees concede shit hits the fan
next time you see me. And I don't stall about
what's up with ya'll now freeze on the spot when
it's time to let it all out. And I don't know I
just don't know why things always get little bit
out of control why people get rowdy when I come
into the place. Whoops, there goes my glass in
your face.



[Chorus]

One time for my posse. Posse.

Two times for my homes. Homes.

We'll be chillin in the backseat. Backseat.

Where we bury the bone. Bury the bone.



[tiny]

Here's a birdie who plays dirty in this game.
It's a shame that my ex wants to act this way.
What a hag man, what a bunch of crap to say. When
I've been nothing but fair with you up till this
day. But hey, you got what you wanted so choke on
this shit to. You got issues, why you think I
broke up with you. Damn it, can't you see I don't
need this crap. I can't believe this bitch, give
me my cd's back. Infact how's that for a turn on.
For your ugly ass and a face I wouldn't even shoot
"?" on. I'll tell you this much, you
really got me pissed off. You flatchested bitch
you really thought I went this soft. I tried to
be nice, but if all you want is beef then a word
of advice so you can sink your teeth in. I can be
your bearer of ill rotten blues, when you
disregard me this way, I bring bad news.



[chorus slow]

One time for my posse. 

Two times for my homes. 

We'll be chillin in the backseat.

Where we bury the bone. 



My experience limited reputation discredited. The
locals read it man, I have to live here please
edit it. You can type that I'm quite nice if they
buy it. I like my weekends private, real peaceful
and quiet. I don't condone violence read books
for recreation. I interfere with politics and
public relations. So put that in your peace and a
lid on it please. Doesn't matter if you bend the
truth a little bit see. Next time I'm in the
studio I'll take my grudges out, and you can get
the clean version sent to your house. This is my
scene now, and I'm a crake for more, till the
world breaks, what the fuck you take me for.



One time for my posse. Posse.

Two times for my homes. Homes.

We'll be chillin in the backseat. Backseat.

Where we bury the bone. Bury the bone.