Get Yo Guns Lyrics - Reveille Park - South Park

(talking) 

Yeah man, uh, I'm in the studio with Big Flake 

Uh huh, that's my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch 

Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records 

We're family, we ride together we roll together 

For you hoes that don't understand it, f**k you 

KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh 

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[Big Flake] 

Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me 

Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D 

Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches 

F**k the pool shit and I got something for you bitches 

That's all in my space, trying to take a nigga place 

But I ain't with the shit, get the f**k out my face 

F**k a case, the hooter can't hold me down 

I'm 300 pounds, six feet you know me now 

And show me bitch where the dance at shack 

Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back 

Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I fold you 

I flip young boys like a ki of soda 

It's the take over, Shut Em Down on the map 

And we don't give a f**k I drop bombs like a jap 

And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps 

Now what y'all little niggas know about that 

First we click clack, then you hear it go pop 

I'm a young little g and man I can't stop 

I'm non shalant, so I can't be detected 

And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it 

It's like I resurrected and just came up out the grave 

Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze 

It's like almighty, when you creep up in the hood 

Every corner you weak, my g's up to no good 

It's understood, my crime stories and dope sales 

My nigga Los said, man dope sales 

You gone fell, if you try to test this 

I'm like daytime T.V., young and restless 

Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P. 

I'm a cold ass mex call me frosty 

Don't try to cross me, cause I don't like hoe niggas 

I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga 

Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out 

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Hold a grudge with two face niggas f**k they damn troops, bitch 

(talking) 

That's real my nigga 

F**k these hoe ass niggas 

(Chorus - 2x) 

You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys 

You get your guns, I'll get my guns 

[South Park Mexican] 

On the play list, diamond bracelets 

Then we make hits, V-12's makeshift 

Spent a few years in this rap game 

Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say 

Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with 

Are the same motherf**kers that I do shows with 

Smoke indo, and f**k with some thick hoes 

My enemies roll deep like some minnows 

I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool 

When you got robbed when you had to explain to 

I can't do the dope, said it before 

Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row 

As a plan of skills, I'm still cracking rims 

I got a beer belly look like I'm having twins 

I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the worst 

The finest bitch in my school was the f**king nurse 

Only heaven knows, what I've been through 

In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu? 

Now I rest my head in a hotel room 

With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons 

Watching cable half a eight on the table 

Mix a two liter with four O's of maple 

I'm wago ami wathro, come through the back door 

And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco 

I jack hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though 

My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros 

And last night he hit two home runs 

Everywhere I go I got at least four guns 

I got two plants, that grow under lamps 

I'm at the club just wishing I could dance 

Man I got cash, still I'm a quetho 

I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go 

I'm murdering, I'll destroy any earthling 

Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling 

Step to me, you better be hard 

I know you motherf**kers remember me from Reveille Park 

(Chorus - 4x)