ItsTheReal, Freeway - Sun's Out, Guns Out lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[ItsTheReal, Freeway - Sun's Out, Guns Out lyrics]
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Might not look it
But, I'm always down to fight
Meet you out back, no rules, just right
Hardbody my arms are noodles, manicotti
But, I could beat up kids as
Long as they don't take karate
You want heat? Well, I'll turn it up a notch
Catch bodies like a fireman on suicide watch
Skinny as a rail, but my uzis weigh a ton
So I'm throwing more hands than a girl on VH1
Third base on your face: finger banging
Looking for a high-five
Don't leave me hanging
I'm Jewish, and I pull trigs
But, I'm not kosher, so I'll smoke pigs
Shoot a boy in blue call it 'pop a smurf'
Turn you to an ostrich put
Your head in the earth I don't wanna push
So watch your fucking manners
You think I'm Clark Kent
But, I'm really David Banner
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
I take care of my girls, I'm the bird feeder
But when the weather turns nice
I got a wife beater
See me pumping iron in the streets
My arms are 9 millimeters
You don't wanna get sprayed because
I'm carrying two liters
At the mall, it's going down
Call it target practice, giving out pounds
Any tools looking for trouble
Better watch their tone
Homey Depot the way I carry the chrome
Strapped like a baby seat in my VW van
My power pellets get you ghost
The way that I pack, man
Attitude like Napoleon and dynamite
In my hands when my llamas get to
Spitting, I'm like "Tina, eat your ham!"
Any jokers try to step up to my camelot
Watch your mouth or you'll get
Touched up like Photoshop
I'm a socialist, free tickets to the gun show
Meet my pacifists: Glock 9 and Calico!
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Who is your rap Sampson, I can't flop
My pair's strong
I can't stop, like tank tops, a pair of arms
Used to set up shop on
Bad blocks with crack rock
Now I bring fury to laptops with rap songs
Neil Armstrong, all bars outer space
Our arms are strong, your arms outta shape
You're lightweight I'm heavyweighted
I'm like Christmas: I'm celebrated
In every state
(The sun is out) when we come out
The girlies wanna come cause the
Dough never run out
Unlimited bars, yeah the flow never run out
When I pull the gun out, y'all better run out
I'm a rap star with the heat out
Might sleep with your girl, but never eat out
Summertime, no doubt, arms always be out
Team Early just murdered the track
Now we out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Might not look it
But, I'm always down to fight
Meet you out back, no rules, just right
Hardbody my arms are noodles, manicotti
But, I could beat up kids as
Long as they don't take karate
You want heat? Well, I'll turn it up a notch
Catch bodies like a fireman on suicide watch
Skinny as a rail, but my uzis weigh a ton
So I'm throwing more hands than a girl on VH1
Third base on your face: finger banging
Looking for a high-five
Don't leave me hanging
I'm Jewish, and I pull trigs
But, I'm not kosher, so I'll smoke pigs
Shoot a boy in blue call it 'pop a smurf'
Turn you to an ostrich put
Your head in the earth I don't wanna push
So watch your fucking manners
You think I'm Clark Kent
But, I'm really David Banner
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
I take care of my girls, I'm the bird feeder
But when the weather turns nice
I got a wife beater
See me pumping iron in the streets
My arms are 9 millimeters
You don't wanna get sprayed because
I'm carrying two liters
At the mall, it's going down
Call it target practice, giving out pounds
Any tools looking for trouble
Better watch their tone
Homey Depot the way I carry the chrome
Strapped like a baby seat in my VW van
My power pellets get you ghost
The way that I pack, man
Attitude like Napoleon and dynamite
In my hands when my llamas get to
Spitting, I'm like "Tina, eat your ham!"
Any jokers try to step up to my camelot
Watch your mouth or you'll get
Touched up like Photoshop
I'm a socialist, free tickets to the gun show
Meet my pacifists: Glock 9 and Calico!
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Who is your rap Sampson, I can't flop
My pair's strong
I can't stop, like tank tops, a pair of arms
Used to set up shop on
Bad blocks with crack rock
Now I bring fury to laptops with rap songs
Neil Armstrong, all bars outer space
Our arms are strong, your arms outta shape
You're lightweight I'm heavyweighted
I'm like Christmas: I'm celebrated
In every state
(The sun is out) when we come out
The girlies wanna come cause the
Dough never run out
Unlimited bars, yeah the flow never run out
When I pull the gun out, y'all better run out
I'm a rap star with the heat out
Might sleep with your girl, but never eat out
Summertime, no doubt, arms always be out
Team Early just murdered the track
Now we out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka sun's out, guns out