Ricky Nappi - Pow Pow Lyrics

A couple notes on my past that I wrote for you, son
Slow it down, like I'm from Houston, do sum'n
Still getting stoned like I'm looking into Medusa's eyes
Lookin for the balance between the truth and lies. Exhale
I learned to build my first pistol when I was eight
Theyll unload a whole clip and never even hold it straight
Got some cracks in my armory and food is on my plate
So if time is on my side then tell me why I'm always late
Huh, yet another riddle life has put me in the middle of
Repeat myself just like a ripple does I'm a belittle buzzed
We all know that I have a problem with moderation
Stacking syllables calling it consolidation
I'll be patient in the darkest depth I've ever swam
I hope admitting all this shit makes me a better man
As if that's all that it would take
They call it a hiatus I was calling it a break
I tailor made these bullets and theres room inside the chamber
Now everyone's a shooter I don't feel like I'm in danger
Keep it on my hip and let it *beep* like it's a pager
Rearranger, put some anger on the paper and just let it spray
So save this lesson for another day and keep it safe
The front door is open if you ever need a place
My guns are priceless, your guns are worthless
Your guns are scared money my guns are verses
My guns go boom boom
Your guns go pow pow
I got the wild style, I got the wild style
I love my moon for showing me what the sun'll do
Keep searching for the things then realize they're right in front of you
She's a sniper, you'll meet someone just like her
And when you get your hands around her handle I just hope you grip her tighter
Cause I... I think I've been a little gun-shy
If you really want it bad you gotta give it more than one try
And when she's aiming down this barrel, she always closes one eye
I'm prolly just another target for her. Some live and some die
But anyway... The way she got me in her sights you'd think she had a beam
I'll polish her today and read her like a magazine
Sawed off smile, semi automatic past
Gun safety 101, I'm sitting in her class
Keep her in a diamond case tell me I don't care alot
Shots in the dark it doesn't matter if you're there or not
She keeps it stable, put the legs of the stand down
And even if I wanted to escape I never planned how
Made in america, how could she be realer?
I even need a license to conceal her, I can feel her
And she got infinite ammo I used a cheat code
I hope she never wants to reload
But if she ever does I keep the hollow points around
A vest can't save me from the quickest draw in town
And when I finally got her, and hit her in a the chest
She shot me in the brain and then she wished me all the best
She a piece of work
My guns go boom boom
Your guns go pow pow
I got the wild style, I got the wild style