Songtexte:
2Pistols Lights Low

2 Pistols Young Joe I like my Lights Low. [Chorus] Lights Down Low (low) Nice and slow (slow) I'mma give ya body what its feenin fo Lights Down Low (low

wit' glocks Nigga, get or get got In school I was a fool a young funky But on the streets I used 2's Nigga, I gets funky Chorus 2X

irratic... (50 cent) Chorus 2 believe me, we run this rap shit forchezy, make makin millions look easy, everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me.. believe me, you see my pistol

hell yea) This that president bush shit (hell yea) [x2] It's big gucci, excuse me while I ball Until my release, my nigga, no lights out Lights out,

, I got my squad we trapping AC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols

I'm shuttin the whole block down Here comes trouble homey I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy [Chorus: repeat 2X] I like my beat down low

Started, Soulja Boy, Finished It. Kinfolk Playin On Nintendo, Blowin On Da Indoe, Indoe, Purp Out The Window, Kush In Da findo Make A Nigga Get Low, SouljaBoyTellEm, Yeah Get Low

know we hot 30 years were gators and big locks 600's on chrome, you don't stop Detroit we just hot [Royce] My flow switch go, pop like a pistol Shit,

be safe we invade your space Beat you, beat your team, then beat the case Poker face, niggaz can't read me yo Green light a mothafucker fa sho, let's go Stay low