Lyrics:
ass and takin’ names
Kings of the game, we’re robbin’ Jesse James
Ride this train, we’re on our way
Rockin’ to the beat
Dancin’ in the street
Party
know our names
Forget about Jesse James
Bet we'd be robbin' trains
Bet we'd be, get your hands up
Go ahead, fill it up
Just forget about Jesse James
the lobby with tech
Briefer sheets, make the leaf, taste better, we love that wet
Got the new Patrick Ewing Jr.'s, square you, it was boomin'
We was robbin
McClintock, Tim James, and Ron Robbins
Copyright McJames Music Inc. 1993
about a hundred man
That nigga James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the fuck he want
The game changed, now you gotta
That nigga James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the fuck he want
The game changed, now you gotta play with death
Now
robbin' n' ballin' like James
Yee, we rowin' till' we rockin' all weights
No names
We private, yet they treat us like sergeants
Got lost U on hihats
rescued me
Ali Baba an' the Forty Thieves
Ain't got nothin' on you
You came on like Jesse James
You stole my heart like you were robbin' trains
I'm
nasa
Youngins robbin' thses niggas like a crooked pastor
Blastin' off on niggas like they work for nasa
Im stackin' hard on these niggas i can do it
on a roll it’s keeping me driven
Coupe windows black I’m keeping them tinted
You get it you get it I told them I got it
Shooting like james I play for
send the- back then
Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin' and pimpin'
But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'
And did I mention
send the- back then
Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin' and pimpin'
But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'
And did I mention
shit, like he Dave
He get bust nigga play too much games
Dunk, dunking on a nigga king James
Nuff said, nigga ain't with that talking
Nuff said, nigga
the choppa
Murda Mook with the gualas
Murda Mook with my partners
50 in my Balmain, 100,000 in my Robbins, Murda Mook
Pulled up with my thugs, pulled up with
fucking all the rappers
All the scammers
All the trappers
I can't have my dawg wit me cause he been robbin all the rappers
All the rappers
All the trappers
Now she big mad, big pouting
Big holla, mouth wide open
I bust a shot hit her tonsil
Hey
I bust a shot hit her tonsil james harden
James harden how I
a daydream (dreamin')
And I been that nigga since I was eighteen (way back)
Khaki Dickies with no creases, nigga stayed clean (clean)
Al Green and James
dug up Dee Dee, Cliff Burton
And Sid Vicious rick James, Dave Blood
Pieced them all into one
Two abominations built
But we'd barely begun
We needed more
But we won't touch that old Pullman,
She's southern, and they claim,
They ain't offered no reward
For Frank and Jesse James
In long soldier's coats
said Lord have mercy
I like my women naked or undressin'
I'm about to give the game a C-section
Philadel, hold in down
These hoes screamin' like James
Chorus
girl let me get my chris brown on let me beat it beat it
let me get my bobby brown on let me beat it
let me get my james brown on
let me
never say sorry
I'm? in the? but I ain't James?
I'm smoking this weed, I'm selling this Dro
Run through a check, you gon' call me yo bro
Robbin these
[Master P]
We ain't got no money
So me an Silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
Muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck,
Niggas robbin
(Chaa)
Livin like I'm out of a scene from James Bond (Chaa)
Switching (Chaa) Changin (Chaa) Feelin (Chaa) Strangin (Chaa)
Living multiple lifes robbin
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