Shotgun
Krafty Kuts Lyrics
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(Hey).
Put on your red dress and then you go down yonder.
I said buy yourself a shotgun now, were gonna break it down baby now.
We're gonna load it up baby now 'a then you shoot 'em 'fore he run now.
I said shotgun shoot 'em 'fore he run now do the jerk baby do the jerk now.
(Hey).
I said shotgun shoot 'em 'fore he run now do the jerk baby do the jerk now.
(Hey).
I said Put on your high-heeled shoes.
I said we're goin' down here and I listen to 'em play the blues.
We're gonna dig potatoes, we're gonna pick tomatoes.
I said shotgun shoot 'em 'fore he run now do the jerk baby do the jerk now.
(Hey).
The lyrics of Krafty Kuts's song Shotgun can be interpreted in various ways, but it essentially talks about the power dynamic between men and women. The singer in the lyrics is urging the woman to be assertive and take control, hence the title of the song, Shotgun. He implores her to buy herself a shotgun so that she can protect herself, and he encourages her to shoot "em" before "he" runs away. There is a sense of urgency in the lyrics that speaks to the feeling of being on the precipice of danger and needing to act fast to defend oneself. The chorus, "do the jerk baby do the jerk now," can be interpreted as a call to action, a way to psych the woman up to take a leap of faith and assert herself.
The lyrics take on a more surreal quality when the singer urges the woman to put on her red dress and her high-heeled shoes. There is a suggestion of femininity and sexuality in these lines, as if the woman is putting on her armor to go out into the world and confront the dangers and pressures that come with being a woman. The line, "we're gonna dig potatoes, we're gonna pick tomatoes," is also somewhat enigmatic. It could be interpreted as a call to return to nature, to get back to the basics of life and find meaning and purpose in physical labor. Overall, the lyrics of Shotgun are full of contradictions and complexities that make them open to interpretation, but their underlying message of empowerment and self-defense is clear.
Line by Line Meaning
I said shotgun shoot 'em 'fore he run now do the jerk baby do the jerk now.
I suggest using a shotgun to shoot them before they escape, and then perform The Jerk dance for entertainment and celebration. (Hey)
Put on your red dress and then you go down yonder.
Wear your finest attire and travel to the rural area.
I said buy yourself a shotgun now, were gonna break it down baby now.
Acquire a shotgun as soon as possible, we will then begin dancing extravagantly.
We're gonna load it up baby now 'a then you shoot 'em 'fore he run now.
Load the shotgun with ammunition and shoot them before they flee the scene.
I said Put on your high-heeled shoes.
I recommend wearing fashionable heels.
I said we're goin' down here and I listen to 'em play the blues.
We will head to a location where live blues music is being played and enjoy the tunes.
We're gonna dig potatoes, we're gonna pick tomatoes.
We will participate in manual labor by digging potatoes and picking tomatoes.
I said shotgun shoot 'em 'fore he run now do the jerk baby do the jerk now.
Again I urge you to use the shotgun before anyone escapes followed by yet another round of The Jerk dance. (Hey)
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Written by: AUTRY DEWALT
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Billkwando
After a lot of rewinding and playing back on half speed, here are the lyrics:
It ain't my fault
If you don't like beats and basses, colorful faces, shots in the tropics
It ain't my fault
If you don't like Krafty and Dyna, Chali the Rhymer
Well I can't stop it
It ain't my fault
If you don't like constant scratches, fire and matches well
It ain't my fault
But if you love flows that are golden, lava that's molten
Better check this
It ain't my fault
Two of the worlds most dangerous MCs raining debris, heat
Burning like there was flame in the trees
We came in the breeze, spreading like a contagious disease
Famous, receiving nameless degrees my aim is to please
But typically you gossipy cats impossibly drab
While my collection is the shit like the colostomy bag
Me at the bottom of the barrel, means a lot to these crabs
Cookin' a pot of animosity, mad, but see
It ain't my fault
That you got vertical view from the ground floor
I'm rare as a pair of small shoes at a clown store
Flow downpour in a profound war
I'm a beast
if you're looking for peace, you found war
So keep course, my eternal heat source
Make your whole fleet turn and retreat north from deep thought
Nonstop is how you feel this onslaught
I'm not the reason your shit won't kick off
You see it ain't my fault
If you don't like beats and basses, colorful faces, shots in the tropics
It ain't my fault
If you don't like Krafty and Dyna, Chali the Rhymer
Well I can't stop it
It ain't my fault
If you don't like constant scratches, fire and matches well
It ain't my fault
But if you love flows that are golden, lava that's molten
Better check this
It ain't my fault
Wait, wait let it be known
There a few that are iller and handle the microphone
This is golden. You might want to put on your best
I put a line, and define, and divided the rest
I am privileged to have moved to what Dilla did
Grew with the tribe and roam the slum villages
This is the gem you should keep in the vault
And if you don't like the style then well
It ain't my fault
High score, real top ranking, ting-a-ling-a-ling
Old school Shabba Rank-ing
It's good times for your favorite era
Gucci on the shades make the party look clearer
If I can't hear ya, you should shout louder
Trainers so white, like I'm stood in clam chowder
This is the gem you should keep in the vaults
And if you don't like the style then well
It ain't my fault
If you don't like beats and basses, colorful faces, shots in the tropics
It ain't my fault
If you don't like Krafty and Dyna, Chali the Rhymer
Well I can't stop it
It ain't my fault
If you don't like constant scratches, fire and matches well
It ain't my fault
But if you love flows that are golden, lava that's molten
Better check this
It ain't my fault
Your paragraphs feel improperly dressed
While my philosophy's unstoppably fresh
And I am not to be messed with
Step quick and drop to your depth
While I show possession like apostrophe S
And you're impossibly stressed out
Of course you act a disappointed singer
But your course of action is to point the finger
Instead of taking responsibility for your non-stability
Your hostility's a dead ringer
But it ain't my fault
yeah
Check it, check it while we direct it
Seasoning on our names so sample, and then respect it
Evening out the flames of fire starters and lion-hearters
Raise it higher than kick-starters and big pockets
Stay gracious, blinded when they hate us
Blinded when they rate us
yep they're bodacious
I keep it spacious, like The Four Seasons
And if you don't like that style
It ain't my fault
It ain't my fault
Krafty and Dyna and Chali the Rhymer
Well I can't stop it
It ain't my fault
Billkwando
After a lot of rewinding and playing back on half speed, here are the lyrics:
It ain't my fault
If you don't like beats and basses, colorful faces, shots in the tropics
It ain't my fault
If you don't like Krafty and Dyna, Chali the Rhymer
Well I can't stop it
It ain't my fault
If you don't like constant scratches, fire and matches well
It ain't my fault
But if you love flows that are golden, lava that's molten
Better check this
It ain't my fault
Two of the worlds most dangerous MCs raining debris, heat
Burning like there was flame in the trees
We came in the breeze, spreading like a contagious disease
Famous, receiving nameless degrees my aim is to please
But typically you gossipy cats impossibly drab
While my collection is the shit like the colostomy bag
Me at the bottom of the barrel, means a lot to these crabs
Cookin' a pot of animosity, mad, but see
It ain't my fault
That you got vertical view from the ground floor
I'm rare as a pair of small shoes at a clown store
Flow downpour in a profound war
I'm a beast
if you're looking for peace, you found war
So keep course, my eternal heat source
Make your whole fleet turn and retreat north from deep thought
Nonstop is how you feel this onslaught
I'm not the reason your shit won't kick off
You see it ain't my fault
If you don't like beats and basses, colorful faces, shots in the tropics
It ain't my fault
If you don't like Krafty and Dyna, Chali the Rhymer
Well I can't stop it
It ain't my fault
If you don't like constant scratches, fire and matches well
It ain't my fault
But if you love flows that are golden, lava that's molten
Better check this
It ain't my fault
Wait, wait let it be known
There a few that are iller and handle the microphone
This is golden. You might want to put on your best
I put a line, and define, and divided the rest
I am privileged to have moved to what Dilla did
Grew with the tribe and roam the slum villages
This is the gem you should keep in the vault
And if you don't like the style then well
It ain't my fault
High score, real top ranking, ting-a-ling-a-ling
Old school Shabba Rank-ing
It's good times for your favorite era
Gucci on the shades make the party look clearer
If I can't hear ya, you should shout louder
Trainers so white, like I'm stood in clam chowder
This is the gem you should keep in the vaults
And if you don't like the style then well
It ain't my fault
If you don't like beats and basses, colorful faces, shots in the tropics
It ain't my fault
If you don't like Krafty and Dyna, Chali the Rhymer
Well I can't stop it
It ain't my fault
If you don't like constant scratches, fire and matches well
It ain't my fault
But if you love flows that are golden, lava that's molten
Better check this
It ain't my fault
Your paragraphs feel improperly dressed
While my philosophy's unstoppably fresh
And I am not to be messed with
Step quick and drop to your depth
While I show possession like apostrophe S
And you're impossibly stressed out
Of course you act a disappointed singer
But your course of action is to point the finger
Instead of taking responsibility for your non-stability
Your hostility's a dead ringer
But it ain't my fault
yeah
Check it, check it while we direct it
Seasoning on our names so sample, and then respect it
Evening out the flames of fire starters and lion-hearters
Raise it higher than kick-starters and big pockets
Stay gracious, blinded when they hate us
Blinded when they rate us
yep they're bodacious
I keep it spacious, like The Four Seasons
And if you don't like that style
It ain't my fault
It ain't my fault
Krafty and Dyna and Chali the Rhymer
Well I can't stop it
It ain't my fault
Jack Daniel
This is better than 65% of the hip hop out these days 😂
SpecOps Gamer Tech
still true today 2021
DjOzKid
I have to say that this party, block party beats and tunes, that’s why it’s so good, we need more of it
Rozza
Jack Daniel at least
Lily Bank
Something very funny about the physical contrast between Chali and Krafty Kuts. Great beats, great flow, great energy. Love everything about this.
Daniel Kruaz
damn, chali 2na just doesn't stop to deliver.
Paul South
Awesome tune! Saw Chali 2na and Krafty Kuts live at The Social in Southampton. Great night!
George H
Paul South saw them on the same tour in Birmingham . absolutely fantastic !
Mike Johnson
No words...just beyond description! The Beat Fatigue remix of this is also equally amazing.