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 tightI don't know why, she brings me on

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

I don't know why but she brings me on