Give Her The Gun

Downtown, drive by, a drink card in her hand

All night hustler parking by the stand

Full blown engine, she comes on like a fight

Give her the gun, boy you'd better hold on tight



I don't know why, she brings me on

I don't know why, ooh but she brings me on



She's a right runner, real mean mother too

I can't wait to see her break in front of you

Making a movie star upon the screen

If daddy's looking, you come on like a queen



I don't know why, she brings me on

I don't know why, but she brings me on



-(instrumental)



Downtown drive by, a drink card in her hand

All night hustler parking by the stand

Full blown engines she comes on like a fight

Give her the gun, boy you better hold on tight