Lyrics:
that Lost Hippie
Hey man are you okay
This that Broke Hippie
It's hypnotic, fly high through cosmic
We move quick like sonic
Pop champagne Jim Jones I
Master P (uh)
Got a blow job from Paula Jones, and stuck it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (ow!)
Told Mya this shit was all
Master P (uh)
Got a blow job from Paula Jones, and stuck it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (ow!)
Told Mya this shit was all
got me superman high,
With this special made chain,
And it caught ya cutie eye,
(aye aye) superman high
Da duh duh, I get superman high (hey)
Da
4 : Jim Jones]
Maybe Its Ya Attitude That Makes Me A Little Mad At You,
The Same Time The Gratitude That Make One Speck Cash On You,
Take You
the fo' chrome blow ya dome, nigga I'm the king of Rome
Jim Jones these hoes into my living room
Niggaz get jealous, at the Goodfellas
"He's a hot dog~!"
I ain't talking 'bout Jim Jones
Nigga, I'm talking 'bout hooping
Up, expensive shirt, breaking bones
Fuck yo Rolex, roll up homie, roll that kush
Blow
the poppin' type (straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (it's lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin,
I'd like to say that the Senator was sorry
It's sad when the powerful don't felt any shame
Some get attention by being mean and so rude
Me, I gonna use
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
We having sex in the sauna
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Nigga talk down, that's a uppercut
Bow, shut up
Get you some money and run it up
Jim Jones: Go... Could you be my psychiatrist and make
sure that my brain is right
And I heard that you love to sue,
you betta make sure that ya aim
and hold your breath
You're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"
"Children, children, get your hat"
"Mama, Mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get
you forget it, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
jones
'n' while you do it, remember this line
The sniffer says it all the time
"the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'
The bigger
and Grants
Bitches all down in my pants
Naw mama back up it's money I here to get it's,
Paper over pussy nigga, paper over pussy nigga
POP poppin', that's how
stand like it matters
Only once gets through then gets scattered by the rain
But pain gives me the right to be unkind
And it sets me here
(chorus)
picked up my ass kicker
Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper,
Local niggas say that, tell 'em to first get on my level
Out in Berg in the coupe slidin'
With a bitch, 'bout to get it poppin'
And she gon' give it
your duty
If my radiator gets too hot
Cool it off in lot of spots
Give me all the service you've got
Do your duty
If you don't know what it's
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
Oh life (is so peculiar)
(you get so wet in the rain),
You know it too? (mm-hm).
You get so warm in the sunshine, (Get my sun tan)
(It doesn't
Oh life (is so peculiar)
(you get so wet in the rain),
You know it too? (mm-hm).
You get so warm in the sunshine, (Get my sun tan)
(It doesn't
(Hellrell)
By the time this shit touch the streets
Ill prolly be shackeled down on the bus wit beats
But imma ride anyway
Get high anyway, and let my vvs
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