Pistol (A. Cunanan, Miami, FL. 1996)

I've got my pistol in the car, uh-huh
I've got my stereo in the car, uh-huh
I've got my room key in the car, uh-huh
Why don't you come in to my room, and clean my pistol, no duh?
I maximize my own liaisons
I'm going to take it 'til the taking comes on

I've got my cocaine in the glove box now
The sun roof is down, oh wow
I've got my room key in my pocket and you know
I've got a pistol that I need to unload

I'm going to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take you on up, you say what?
I'm going to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take your shirt right on off
I'm going to zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip your pants on down
I'm going to sip-sip-sip-sip-sip from my royal, royal, royal crown

And we go
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
And we go
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

I got my backpack with some clothes
That I could wear to work tomorrow
They won't know, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
That I was up all night not ready for the meeting, oh no
Oh-oh
Got a wallet in my backpack, and I think it's mine
But I don't care, you know
Got my backpack with the money
Got myself a passport I should probably go

And we go
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
And we go
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Tom Peloso, Russell Higbee
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