Sun’s Out, Guns Out ItsTheReal (Ft. Freeway)

[Hook: ItsTheReal]
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Sun's out, guns out

[Verse 1: Jeff Rosenthal]
Might not look it, but I'm always down to fight
Meet you out back, no rules, just right, hardbody
My arms are noodles, manicotti
But I could beat up kids as long as they don't take karate
You want heat? Well, I'll turn it up a notch
Catch bodies like a fireman on suicide watch
Skinny as a rail, but my uzis weigh a ton
So I'm throwing more hands than a girl on VH1
Third base on your face: finger banging
Looking for a high-five, don't leave me hanging
I'm Jewish, and I pull trigs
But I'm not kosher, so I'll smoke pigs
Shoot a boy in blue; call it 'pop a smurf'
Turn you to an ostrich; put your head in the earth
I don't wanna push, so watch your fucking manners
You think I'm Clark Kent, but I'm really David Banner

[Hook: ItsTheReal]
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Sun's out, guns out
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Sun's out, guns out