2 Mello – PULL UP

PULL UP Lyrics
2 Mello – PULL UP Lyrics

Yeah, uh, I pull up, I pull up
Yeah, uh, I pull up, I pull up
Yeah, uh, I pull up, I pull up
Yeah, uh, I pull up, I pull up
Yeah, uh

Pull up rockin’, smack a racist in the face
Jet out, and leave ‘em screamin’ in the place
Pull up rockin’, smack a racist in the face
Jet out, and leave ‘em screamin’ in the place
Pull up rockin’, smack a racist in the face
Jet out, and leave ‘em screamin’ in the place
Pull up rockin’, smack a racist in the face
Jet out, and leave ‘em screamin’ in the place

You can pull up on me, I can pull up on you
If I hear you actin out you know what I’ll fuckin’ do
I don’t need a whole crew, I’m one pissed-off man
Twenty years of ear training and some ice for my hand (It hurts!)
If you live on my block, you might wanna be nervous
A daily walk could become a smackin’ subscription service

And I don’t even hesitate if you’re a fellow musician
I’ll ask you to sign both my hands and then I’ll smack you with ‘em

Oh I know that look, you’re tryin’ to link ‘cause I’m white
You’ll slide up to me saying, “these people, am I right”
But don’t Whisper in my ear like the Ying Yangs, (get the fuck outta here!)
We ain’t on the same page the way we see things, and I won’t let it hang (Nope)
Ain’t no life-ending blow, just a whip and a sting
To remind you what I mean if you don’t listen when I sing
So next time you violate a human trying to have a day
Better pray that 2 Mello’s not one arm’s length away (Pow!)

Pull up rockin’, smack a racist in the face
Jet out, and leave ‘em screamin’ in the place
Pull up rockin’, smack a racist in the face
Jet out, and leave ‘em screamin’ in the place
Pull up rockin’, smack a racist in the face
Jet out, and leave ‘em screamin’ in the place
Pull up rockin’, smack a racist in the face
Jet out, and leave ‘em screamin’ in the place

Now I don’t know who you’ll become, but I can tell who you are (C’mon…)
I’ll smack you into the birdshit I didn’t clean off my car (that’s called strategy!)
Your family and friends tried everything short of smackin’ you
If they’re cheerin’ in back of you, then they can get a smackin’ too
If you’re bold enough to go mask off, you’re bad enough to get smacked on
You’re old enough to know better than, but you’re cold enough to keep on goin’
You’ll levitate from my left hand, get resuscitated from my right
And with all hopes you’ll be thinkin’ bout what you did later that night
I’m known as Count Smackula, Smackaveli, Smack-10
After they gave me those names, I smacked them, I SMACKED THEM (Pow)
I mastered the Smack Jutsu, ate the Smack-Smack Fruit too
I can reach into a screen and smack you through YouTube (I’ll do it!)

I come straight from the heart, you come straight from hate
And if you’re threatenin’ someone I ain’t gonna sit around and wait
I just smacked two cops, I’m waiting to see what the case is
Because my hands automatically smack people who are racist (Oh shit!)

I been smackin’ all over downtown
Now they wanna find me
Yeah

I been smackin’ all over downtown
Now they wanna find me
Yeah

Yeah, Last Smacktion Hero
Welcome To The Smack Parade
My favorite cereal is Honey Smacks
Imagine the Honey Smacks frog with one hand behind his back, the other hand smacking like seven people at once, that’s me
I walk around town with all their faces still stuck to my hands
Smackamari Damacy
Better pray you don’t meet me
If you’re fool enough, you know I’ll be pullin’ up
Man, somebody bring me an ice bucket
Better be that good ice too
This shit’s hurtin’

2 Mello

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