Lyrics:
rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him
Big O's like a snuggie
Lately I've been touching money
Boy you disgusting
If you see me please don't touch me
I a NOTHIN
Woah! Uh!
Jimmy Jeans with
the war!”
Doc: “It's not God's will for you to be in Tahiti with the babes.”
Jerry: “Fuck you, sir.”
Doc: “Someday when you're a business owner
on your head
The jukebox plays Jimmy Reed dry-winds blow tumbleweed
The blues and the night have a mind of their own
With beer joints to slake our thirst
a villain
The nigga be giving, the nigga be stealing
You could be the given you could be victim
I'm full of sativa I'm full of potential
I'm followed by
ain't got no honey
I bet you're gonna find one there
Down at the Flat Top Joint
The Flat Top Joint
You know, they got the best jukebox
With Gene
know
The door flies open with a blast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin' a gun at the pimp
You're scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went
and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking t shirt is shrinking
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my
said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
in slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud
puddle full
now
Honey, I'd bet he never come back
'cause you one ugly cow (Ooh-wee)
Girl, you tell your boyfriend Jimmy he can go and get hit by a car
Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies crack corn, but I don't care
You can be black, white or albino, yeah
You can have cornrows
on her
I knew by the time it was over that somebody would end up gettin' hurt
You ain't never lyin'. I knew she wasn't right cause
The homies used to be
damn hands up
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
Hey, must be the money
I
closer with god
You ain’t a cop
You ain’t a cop J Reed
Friends close n***a, enemies closer
Fuck both n***a, never trust no one
You ain’t a cop
Nah you
life,
it jumped into the water..
and pulled you to the shore by your shirt..
and saved you.
what are you saying, mom ?
Our Jimmy came and saved me ?
Yes,
thoughtless, no, I remember
Miss the days when I used to be so green
Young hopeless romantic with big heart
Got it broken by age of like twenty three
I ain't
I wanta tell you a story 'bout the Dooright Family. That soul singing gospel group from the hills of Tennessee. They travel in a silver eagle with
babies were lying in the bed.
The bigger one talked to Jimmy and said,
"Love you Jimmy with all of my heart".
Jimmy woke up and tore the place apart.
got no honey
I bet you're gonna find one there
Down at the Flat Top Joint
The Flat Top Joint
You know they got the best jukebox
With Gene Vincent
Reed, what you smoking on? Gas
Pink Runtz having real flavor
I ain't never going to look back
No small talk, no cash
With my dogs like playing fetch
Lot
on a beach cruiser
One on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
Tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the west side is it so?
I said
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
settled down with a one and only
They moved on it was bitter sweetly
We found out the town relied on Jimmy.
Would there ever be another 'till the end of our
her favour win
I'd stand beside her and weave by steam
My father to me scornful said
How could you fancy a factory maid
When you could have girls
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