Songtexte 9mm (Cassette version) - Groove Dealers , Memphis Cult

Ah, yeah, testin', one two, one two
This a lil' something for you, you lil' biatch

Watch my nine-millimeter go, "Bang!"
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang
Watch my nine-millimeter go, "Bang!"
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-da-dang

Player haters, masturbators, bitches all up in my shit
Living scared, you know you dead, walkin' around with a crippled leg
That bitch boy tried to test my shit, fucking with the Rizzo Click
M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A, that is where yo' ass will lay
You player-haters on my dick, tryin' to put me in a click
I'll buck you twice, I'll buck one more
All you cowards hit the floor
These jealous fellas in a gang knowing that they ass is lame
Big-ass smile, but still is lame
You got a Glock? Then buck me, bitch
When that smoke is in my nose, I be wantin' to kidnap hoes
Talkin' shit about Da Click? You gon' get yo ass kicked
Now hop out my fuckin' ride, and put my Glock to yo' sidе
Lockin' the fucking trunk, and then I'll hit that blunt
Now-

Watch my nine-millimeter go, "Bang!"
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang
Watch my nine-millimeter go, "Bang!"
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-da-dang

This a lil' something for you, you lil' biatch