Lyrics:
How do you feel about that?
Cult Leader eh ha ha ha
Yea there comparing you, to you know like Jim Jones or Davey Koresh
You know that's real
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
a carton of Camels non-filters
I'll see you on the ground, take it easy"
Actually, it'd be more like this, "This is your Captain speaking"
"Smoke 'em if
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
But it sure as eggs looks like we've bumped into it!
It's too bad, but we're floating by too fast to ask them."
Old Paul yanked his slouch hat down
(Jim Lauderdale/John Scott Sherrill)
Let's take a rest
Your kisses take my breath
You are the best
It's never been like this
He used to say that
can't even blame me
Glad I made it to the church before the streets claimed me
Right by the junction of Sheridan Street and 95
You know the vibes,
NBA Street game breaker baby, i can’t miss
so it’d hard for me to know for certain what the hook is
like a young Jim Edmonds, i catch everything
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
of the calm, the witty
Yo shut the fuck up!
Luck said shut the fuck up!
Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
of bitches
Think they could've made it this far
You can forget it
They don't make them like this anymore
They ain't built out of this shit
They're lucky
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
I been thinkin' like
You know the Hip-Hop community
and like you know the BET Awards and all that like
They should appreciate like all the real
days drinking
It's like I'm on my way to sixton (lock in)
But we do what we do that's survival
And we move how we move that's through the rivals (fuck
me and it felt like a kiss
Jim brought me back
Reminded me of when we were kids
With his ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
40th: that's me yo
Clips, 11 off, bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing
Missin' is seven dwarfs
Killa Cam, you know he bout it bout it
Jim Jones,
Boog it, who ya hunchin' now?
Boog it, everybody bow,
Fim fam skim skam jim jam rock!
You do like shinin' a window,
But you ain't got no window!
Boog it, who ya hunchin' now?
Boog it, everybody bow,
Fim fam skim skam jim jam rock!
You do like shinin' a window,
But you ain't got no window!
backwards
Before you make it the ho' come after
Stay in these hater's mouth like enamel
Big stepper, real stepper
I keep pep in my step, y'all already
all you guys do is watch TV"
What did you expect? We watched lee harvey oswald get shot
Live on tv one Sunday morning, we were afraid to change
get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know
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