Legz Diamond, The Purple Gang - 9 Pistolas lyrics
[Legz Diamond, The Purple Gang - 9 Pistolas lyrics]
Leg up, dog i want you to be afraid
How does it feel?
The first piece? My sweet baby two shot
Tucked in my boot
She gots a white pearl handle
Small but louder than a bomb
When she shoot (Boom boom boom boom shocka)
It was my grand daddy's
Grand daddy’s old man's and he was a boss
I’m sayin' he passed it on
Down through all the men
And all our enemies got tossed
(Out dead, it's a cold world)
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain't enough
I know it's hard to believe
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain’t enough
They wanna test my legend
And I got no permit, and he’s got no permit
And I got no permit, and he’s got no permit
The second and third? My 38’s
In my left and right pockets
(Richard Kuklinski style)
My speed’s impeccable like my aim
I'll snipe out both your eye sockets
(Simultaneously) let’s see
Then I got the two 45’s tucked in my sides
I call 'em the big twins (Couple boom)
The sixth and seventh? The cheat em’s
Deuce deuces
Strapped to my shins (Said it’s a cold world)
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain't enough
Can you picture that for a second?
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain’t enough
They wanna test my legend
And I got no permit, and he’s got no permit
And I got no permit, and he’s got no permit
The eighth? Double barrel buckshot bucky
Pistol grip on my back (Uh huh trustworthy)
I pull him out faster than a
Samurai can draw his sword when I attack
(Blown to shreds pieces thirty feet back)
And the ninth is Osama Bin Rotten
Gold desert eagle engraved
(In my right hand) real talk
He's like the principle of the streets
Punishing the misbehaved
(Dirt on your grave
Pave it and have a parade)
Shootin' my nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain’t enough
People are crazy out here nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain’t enough
They all wanna test my legend
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain't enough
One two three four five six seven eight
Nine, nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain't enough
Everyday they wanna test my legend
How does it feel?
The first piece? My sweet baby two shot
Tucked in my boot
She gots a white pearl handle
Small but louder than a bomb
When she shoot (Boom boom boom boom shocka)
It was my grand daddy's
Grand daddy’s old man's and he was a boss
I’m sayin' he passed it on
Down through all the men
And all our enemies got tossed
(Out dead, it's a cold world)
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain't enough
I know it's hard to believe
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain’t enough
They wanna test my legend
And I got no permit, and he’s got no permit
And I got no permit, and he’s got no permit
The second and third? My 38’s
In my left and right pockets
(Richard Kuklinski style)
My speed’s impeccable like my aim
I'll snipe out both your eye sockets
(Simultaneously) let’s see
Then I got the two 45’s tucked in my sides
I call 'em the big twins (Couple boom)
The sixth and seventh? The cheat em’s
Deuce deuces
Strapped to my shins (Said it’s a cold world)
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain't enough
Can you picture that for a second?
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain’t enough
They wanna test my legend
And I got no permit, and he’s got no permit
And I got no permit, and he’s got no permit
The eighth? Double barrel buckshot bucky
Pistol grip on my back (Uh huh trustworthy)
I pull him out faster than a
Samurai can draw his sword when I attack
(Blown to shreds pieces thirty feet back)
And the ninth is Osama Bin Rotten
Gold desert eagle engraved
(In my right hand) real talk
He's like the principle of the streets
Punishing the misbehaved
(Dirt on your grave
Pave it and have a parade)
Shootin' my nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain’t enough
People are crazy out here nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain’t enough
They all wanna test my legend
I carry nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain't enough
One two three four five six seven eight
Nine, nine pistolas
I bang to the boogie with the heat
And it still ain't enough
Everyday they wanna test my legend