Song Description

Ghettocentric love song to my ole' lady.

Lyrics

Hook:
Bang, Bang shoot'em up,
girl you know what I need.

Girl you better give it up,
I got that Meat-Pistol on me!

Bang, Bang shoot'em up,
girl you know what I need.

Girl you better give it up,
I got that Meat-Pistol on me!

Verse 1:
Be on the look-out baby, the vigilante's at large,
with a 45 Meat-Pistol tucked in my drawz.

I'll up-it, spray-ya, lay you to rest,
drawin' down with my issue like the wild, wild west.

With no hesitatin' when it's time to bang,
and at point-blank range, I aim for brain.

Cap peeler, gun slinger, yes I'm holding it down,
Johnny Hot bust shots, and I do pump rounds.

I'm a hit-man baby, and I'm goh' hit,
and for the pistol I'm totin' I don't need a permit.

And if you're real, I'll show you how this blue-steel feel,
and if not Johnny Hot'll keep his weapon concealed.

I'm going for back shots, creepin' up from behind,
and you know I'm from Marrero so I'm packin' that iron.

Meet me at high noon, up in my bedroom,
so I can hit you up with multiple gun shot wounds.
Thhrrraah!

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Verse 2:
I met your mother last week and shook your father's hand,
Mr. Right, so polite-- no sir, yes mam!

But if yo people knew the half they would chase-me-off,
'cause I tote a Meat-Pistol with the safety-off!

I'll let you have it on yo knees executioner style,
I'm wanted dead or alive, Johnny Hot's on the prowl.

I got the place surrounded and I'm ready to buck,
so come out with your clothes off and ya sweet ass up.

The room is a crime scene after my love-making,
rubbers all on the floor--ooops-- I meant shell-casings.

Quick on the draw, playin' it raw, like I'm supposed to,
use my fruit-of-the-looms as a holster.

I'm letting lose with hollow-point tips,
I'm a sharp-shooter baby, emptying both clips!

Stay on yo toes 'cause you won't get a warning shot,
'cause Playboy Johnny Hot keeps the hammer cocked.

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