(Oh, yeah this
All original boy-)
Lick a shot
(Oh)
Comin' at ya
(Fiya!)

Zippedy-doo-da, zippedy-ayy
Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK
Then get on the way
On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay
Prude, you can't hang
Flash back on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner
I'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya
Fool
Hit ya with the golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If ya push that button like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's time for some action

Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum

Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum

Sunday mornin'
Wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head, it's pourin'
Cats an' dogs
Pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro one that's saggin'
Scooby-Doo
And fuck you too
Try me
Won't let your punk ass try me
Gonna take more than you
Better call your backup team
And wait for the crew
I'm the one flippin'
Keepin' the clip on my hip and
Just watch your back if you're slippin'
Ooh, where did that .22 come from
When the bullet past through my lung?
I've lost my breath, I'm winded
I've been hit by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder, I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number

Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum

Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum

Had a bad dream woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bull-shit!
This pine box ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx
Critical bell rings, snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me, I got no strap G
What now? Gotta duck, they're gonna gat me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from?

Let the gat hum
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hum

Let the gat hum
Lick a shot
So I let the gat hum

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Larry Muggerud, Louis Freeze, Senen Reyes