Lyrics:
on lets go
Well I was born a country boy
Raised on Haggard and Strait
She was born in da hood
She sure looks good
And she thinks rap is great
So we meet in
(Nah I just
I just wanna see what you in for real)
Me my self and I and shawty said that she want some of us
Can’t see through tint I swear im
out, never changing
Sam Jones, ten rings
Lacing my neck with medallions
Want the coupe, ain't no room for a passenger
Living life on the edge can be
I've got to know if you're the one right by my side
So many things that I can think of we should try
Let's keep it hood, let's keep it real, let's
of yall deceive me
Verse 3
So cold So cold
Steady soakin up the books
They think if your not in the hood
Your rich n livin good
Well I aint livin bad
N
stock?s way up, call me Dow Jones
I've been around the world in almost every hood
I walk anywhere, my face card is very good
And they don't play around,
spend a lil' time
Ain't no strings you ain't mine
At least that's what your friends say
Love Jones you need Nia Long
I could be your Larenz Tate
I just
a show, that bad.
Ups and downs, mis-haps, problems mount, that large,
Street clowns and hood rats are speaking out that they're loud,
I'm focused,
to lose control
Back on the corner, still livin' in the projects
Still strugglin' down and out with no prophets
Still drivin' through the hood in
steel in your palm
you'll peel me, I'm top rank I got more lines than the Yanks
uni-form, carry on screamin on MC's
Running around together only bonded by
crossing my throat
Lock in your vote
It's Cap Gain by a landslide
Try to smooth it out
But some shit just can't slide
Like a land mine better watch how you
Yeah whoop
This is the remix man
I go by the name of Nu Jerzey Devil
Oh! Fo sho'
It's your boy 4-6 man I'm out here with my boy Yurok
What up Smoke
[Juelz Santana:]
Catch me where you catch me
find me where you find me
in the hood or on the island
im probably by a palm tree
skull gang chain nigga
that torch
They thought I was dead till they
See me in that Source
Page 7-8, Jim Jones on the cover
I'm back at your face, get low mo'fucka
Get your
can call
Up all night nigga shaking from the cold
By the time the sun rose nigga pocket on swoll
Niggas in the hood getting mad because i'm eating
ya A plus grade
Yeah this what trust made
Let em know this what believing in us made
Huh gotta admit girl
Yeah you the shit girl
I got a Love Jones for
Cuz the colors of mah car like purpery
See me ballshin i'ma flossin
Plus I'm up in boston
With chubby top often
You lay me i'ma crazy hood
Three then
hu...i said come to my sunday service
nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
the niggity nasty Jim Jones
boot ya in the head,
steal toes
wrong
Wit a pack of savage niggas that'll come an get ya outta ya jones
Damn them squares ain't safe
Got him for the briefcase
A big face
And I
as ice cream
Throw a brick and a half a remix in the re-rock machine
The dope'll move across the pot like that boy Billie Jean
My trap look like
around in my section (Section)
Put you on to the hood store
Even put you on to the special (Special)
You can meet the gang
This my main mane
We call em
Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
Take those
No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???
ya heard
I'm insane. I think my mind gone
You know how many years I spent in Flint? This shit feel lifelong
It's crazy I can get up out the hood. Just write
Hu...i said come to my Sunday service
Nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
The niggity nasty Jim Jones
Boot ya in the head,
Steal toes
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