Lyrics:
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,
When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles,
chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in
on to the pole, drop it low and get loose
No x-o if you don't want to get loose
My potnas in the club and we chillin' to the max
Poppin' bottles, blowin'
Walk in with a mop might get poled
Hopping in a drop like Jim Jones
Stocking up the guap bet I been broke
Now I want some rocks on my watch like
Jim Jones tell a baby I'm cappo
Baby pop that pussy like a Snapple
Pop pop that pussy
My ring cost a whole lotta money and it kushy
No treat me like no
If you would just
Stay for a while
Sugar we could find
Something to get into
Baby boy its on you
If we could just
Lay for a while
Let me ease
Jim Crow 2.0
Catastrophic the topic ain't go argue or debate
No justice it's just us, Judge everyday
The Black male get blackmailed on postcards
to make a chick
Up in the hot tub, poppin' bubbly
Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me"
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
that Marion boy
[Chorus: Cam'Ron + Jim Jones - repeat 2X]
You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll it
You got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke it
closed
Want you all to hear the way I put it in her torso
I ain't normal, I'm clinically insane
I guess it's the result of drugs that enter in my brain
stop by willies house and say
Do yall need anything from town?
Hed say no, but why dont yall stop on the way back home?
And Ill get laura mae, yeah,
should be my gurl
Its all ova town and we we get into it
If that's the business
We should keep on doin' it
Oooh you so grown wit it you betta gone
tryna listen to Bone
The early bird get the worm
Take the game by the throat and squeeze
Till the muthafucka broke believe
Its murda we wrote
Its
Uh yeah Jones, uh
Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf
right out the jets
You rappin indirect
But it's lookin like a movie shoot
How they sendin all these damn actors at the set
[Jim Jones]
It goes get 'em
let's get it poppin' cool lava poppin' enboddas rockin'
T.R. I'm at the base go (blow)
You get it?
at the Set
Jim Jones:
It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Told niggaz they sick and flabby
Young, fly, rich and every nigga wit' me faky (We ballin')
(Get 'em
Nigga play with who? Nigga play with Wop, know they dyin'
Might just go to Wafi get a twenty, make it shine
I ain't never had shit, not a motherfuckin'
know
I got that jim jones in my cup i think im goin home now
Eyes shut closed and my
Heart beat slow
I just wanna go
I just i just wanna go now
Lights
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
You keep it on and shockin' the place
Well I'm M.C.A. I got nothing to prove
Pay attention my intention is
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by
up the minutes on the cell
Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell
I get abusive with the flows on me
When I seduce em' they just wanna
Discuss these get it poppin by jim jones Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In