Lyrics:
But Jim's got a kind of a squint Yeah
I dug up my last check from out of the mine
Now I feel like I've done my stint
Jim got an army pension
When he
go by
Going to the grocery store I'm writing down a list
Take a second look I think there are a few things that I missed
I got the milk and eggs
And I
like an officer, friendly and a gentleman
Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got how salute, attention salute
I kill loot but won't
mine)
And I got that gas fah sell (Sell)
And I gotta pack by the mail (Mail)
Lil shorty she like how I smell (Smell)
The money treating me well (Well)
the 4-5 fly
Fif got the east, Buck the one in the south
And the west coast is mine
These niggas runnin' they mouth
It's like a nigga play with murda cake
you've got me hangin' on by a thread of them blue jeans
Baby, now I'm wondering where it all went wrong
Now I'm hanging on to some Jack and some Jim Beam
ROUND AGAIN words by Jim Vierra Music By Jim Vierra & Adam Gardner
Copyright 2015 Jim Vierra & Friends & Fifty Something Records.
VS 1.
WE BOTH
of mine
I got Jackson 5 i got "Flashing Lights"
And I'm laughing like
The hooded klan ain't trying to
Put me in afterlife like I'm passing by
With no
of time
I guess you know that mine's about up
I'm gonna see you tonight
Just another breath or two and I'll be home
By the way
What have you got
around the world but you will never find (uh)
Another shorty like mine (c'mon), shorty like mine
I tell my niggas that, uh
You got a girl but she
brothers and sisters
(I'm from the ghetto)
Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones
(Lord knows, I was on the run confused)
DipSet forever
(Shit)
We're
coconuts!
ARTHUR: What?
GUARD #1: You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're
bangin' 'em together.
ARTHUR: So? We have ridden since the snows
to make you mine
Each day that goes by, I want to be close by your side
Each time I'm with you I find I just lose my mind
I feel strange, I feel things
love you
Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
love you
Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
[Too $hort]
Beeotch!
Talk about these hoes Big..
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut
Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit
to be sweet
Baby you're mine,
You're mine
You better do me all the time
Baby you're mine, baby you're mine
Baby you're mine, baby you're mine
I want you
baby's worth bragging about
Every Johnny, Jack, and Jim
Wished that she belonged to him
I gave up the old gang of mine
'Cause with my girl goes all my
baby's worth bragging about
Every Johnny, Jack, and Jim
Wished that she belonged to him
I gave up the old gang of mine
'Cause with my girl goes all my
He fucking up like Channel 4
I got some news for him
These my Jim Morrison flows
They bout to open doors for me
I tell a bitch hello
I love you
Now
way
I got the bottles and the remedy
You wrong you wrong you wrong
Them fine girls in them multi color thongs
I'm sipping on patron
I'm bout to lay
and satanic verses
It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours
Heard when it rains, it pours
I came to bring the pain once more (once more)
You claim you're still bitter
but I got the raw end of the deal
[ VERSE 1: Hardhead ]
I heard the expression 'a dog is a man's best friend'
But I
I fight me a clown
Switch on the back of the Glock, shi, shi
Bows get sold by the pound
Niggas be lackin', hop out in traffic with ah drum
You know
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