Shooter Lyrics - The Evolution Of Robin Thicke - Robin Thicke

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Weezy, baby, y'all don't get shot 

Rapid fire, what you know about it? 

I brought my homie along for the ride 

He strapped, he can't wait to come out the barrel 

I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor" 

Then even louder, "We got shooters, shooter" 

I turnin' around, I was starin' at chrome 

Shotgun watches door, got security good 

Jumped right over counter 

Pointed gun at winkin' teller 

I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter 

My hands up, my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

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My hands up, my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

So many doubt 'cause I come from the South 

But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out 

Bang, die, bitch nigga, die, I hope you bleed a lake 

I'ma play X-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake 

I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake 

Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face 

They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen 

Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow 

With all these riches and all these riches 

But ain't no loaners around 

They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that 

Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that 

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter 

Yeah, hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

No, no but I'm not 

I just cry, mama, I think they, hey 

I think they want me to surrender, shooter 

And to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' patient 

Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters 

Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers 

It's outrageous 

You don't know how sick you make us 

I wanna to throw up like chips in Vegas 

But this is Southern, face it 

If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics 

Lady walks into a shotgun surprise 

Dropped to her knees, saw her life before her eyes 

He said, "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon' regret it 

I'm your shooter 

My hands up, my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

My hands up, my hands up 

They want me with my hands up 

Oh, shooter 

Sock soakin' wet, I been runnin', y'all 

I reload every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward 

Better know me, Lil' Wayne, just call me Lord 

Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw way past par 

For I'm some shit you never saw 

I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose or draw 

Yeah and then they ask who, when, where, how 

And my reply was simply pow 

They want me to surrender 

Oh, shooter 

My hands up, my hands up 

They want me to surrender 

Oh, shooter 

No, no 

I promise no surrender 

I got my burner 

And I'm your shooter