Lyrics:
's right) jim Jones, fuck it
Shit, Capo Status what's fuckin wit that man
(Coofie smacka) for my
Dip-Set, from hear on end it's Lovely
Daze that's what this
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
the mood is right
I don't want think about them times
The memories have died
Ya, I've been on my own
I be good tonight
Got my drink poured strong
Jim beam
Jim Jim gan gan
Oooh ohh ohh ajeh
You can never corse a man God bless touch me and you go wound oo
Na G O D my odeshi gan gan
The hustle be like man o
see is cops with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking
spencer and get "denace the menace"
What this meant is I'll dent his head in
And set him up next to his dead friend, so yes man
I'm guessing that you can
get the camera!"
This is gonna be fucking great!"
Yeah, I love living in New York, man and people who live in New York
We wear that fact like a badge
You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?
The cops are outside, "We know you have
never had a friend like me
Wants to see a real man like me
Lordy, lordy, playin' up on the six string
Now there was only one place in that small town
Killa
This my man Jim Jones
You know we been through a lot of devastation, larceny
Defeat, misconceptions
Man, fuck all that, I don't know what
Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start
They're
Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start
They're
the warden I
Rock that mustache like jim gordon I pull
Up like a drive by you
Know eye for a eye make him
Go bye bye all they
Do is tell lies I spit facts like
They discussing who'll stretch you for your trees
For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason
That's how it is when you make a man
Hey bartender won't you pour me a drink
And make it strong enough to water down the thoughts I think
I need a double of the stuff that makes a man go
pornography to Jim
Let me take you down
'cause we're going to the Texas Motel
We might go to hell
But we'll have lots of company
Falwell and Pat and that weasel
hacksaw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
(Hot n crusty
That's qualities of a hoe I mean, what?
They shoes is always leaning
You know what I
of south Alabama come a country boy
He said, "Looking for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy
My name is Will Macoy
But down home they call me Slim
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
the agony of it."
Jim Jones: "I made my manifestation, and the world was ready, not ready for me. Paul said, "I was a man born out of due season." I've been
with him
The only man I'll ever chase is Jack
'Cause he's just hot like that
Jose's got me laughin' and cryin'
Dancing on tables and buyin'
And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap
At a point and I don get plan-B
Omon na plan-B, oh
E gat me like
Iwo iwo iwo riwo riwo jim jim
One time
Iwo riwo riworiwo, iwo iwori woriwo jim jim
Ai,
the well whiskey is Jim Beam
I've got enough to cover my friend and me
That's how I'll spend my 6 dollar check
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