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Jimmy has debts and Jimmy has ties 
That he can't get out from under 
If you look far enough into his eyes 
It'll rock you just like thunder
This is just like listening
to a conversation being held 
by the many people who congregate 
on one of the most popular blocks
in the largest
a minute 
Someone wait a minute, minute 
Need a jimmy hat 
For my bullshit... minute minute 
Wait a minute 
Someone wait a minute, minute 
Need a jimmy
And a suitcase full of dimes

And I'll wait there by the payphone
With one hundred other guys
With those sorry hung-up teardrops in our eyes
When I was born I had no head
My eye was single and my body was filled with light
And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by
petted my fur 
Fuck me in the goat-ass! 

Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns 
And threw me in the mosh pit 
They passed me around
did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
Don't you waste anytime with those bags under your eyes
Put you bag in your hand and run with me
Just to know you're this close
Darlin' I nearly
when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin' the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by
cornered me against the trees
I was home I thought, my life could start

She was (not like the other girls)
(I was) born under a stone
(We were) born
body bag ready to blast off.
I'm in a milk crate by your bed,
With my head untucked to see your pretty feets. 
Blast off baby. Baby blast off. 
the harp
His knowledge name is Greek, cause whenever he speaks

He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep
Sometimes he thought
Earl Stevens selections, mango moscato
Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya
Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya
eyes 'cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn’t tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my niggas hired
this bitch wasn't innocent, she was guilty by far
Found a used jimmy hat in my car
And she had told me she was going to her mothers, well..
She can tell
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt. Lick the fumunda cheese from under my nuts
on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin' ten G's
Cause we need a bag of weed (Can you smell it)
Now we need ten dimes, to blow
the next millennium
What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Caribbean
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport Warlaw, my
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
about 5 times a day for like
9 hours straight. Tied tight on my waist
Run a mile under 3 it's a breeze
I can do it all angles: 90 degrees
Gotta keep
in my hand 
Stash in thn brown paper bags with them rubberbands
I ain't got tsay nothing.. everybody know mex4

ballin is habbit that money I gota have
Picture us, you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt. Lick the wonder cheese from
came ta dinner)
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

[Verse 2]
Fuck under
should be carried by somebody so exotic
And that dress should be worn when there's nothin' else up under
Just in case I run into you I can pull up