Westside Gunn - Peter Luger lyrics

Ayo ayo, the Ace-pourer
Hold up ayo, the Ace-Pourer

Ayo, the Ace-pourer, Bentley four doorer
My side-bitch from Bora Bora
Your life gettin'
Shorter, fiends having free-work dreams
Broke pipe nightmares, I'm on my Dean
You better duck when the MAC ring (D'rrrt)
Dome-shot made his hat lean
(Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom)
Praying on the road with fifty in the trunk
Price so good
You might just cop the whole truck
Loyalty is mandatory, my hand wash your hand
I took your nine, you took my 40
We both gotta pop him
(Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom)
Stash the drugs in the gym locker
Meet me up at the W, I'm telling you
Cross me and meet the devil you never knew
Show up at your momma' house shootin'
I shot you down at Peter Luger

I shot you down at Peter Luger
I shot you down at Peter Luger
I shot you down at Peter Luger
I shot you down at Peter Luger
I shot you down at Peter Luger

"You know something, Gene
Just to bring up some things
That's happened to me lately
I was flying from LA to New York
I reserved my own first class section
The whole section? Exactly
I had my own bus boys
I had my own waitresses waiting on me
I wanna be left alone and lo and behold
Who comes up and bothers me? Who else?
The captain of the airplane
Wants to know, "Mr wonderful
Is it okay to take off now?"
Oh, come on now hey
The captain's trying to get your permission
That's right!"