Lyrics:
I may seem
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream
So when me
with Jim.
Well out of South Alabama, come a country boy.
He said "I'm lookin' for a man named Jim.
I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
"He did it again, Michael Jordan - the greatest player of all time"
I’m feelin Like Mike man I’m feelin like Jordan
I lay the pipe and then dip by
My name James but you can call me Jim
Or if it suit me why not call me friend
Because I can tell y'all are honest folk
Being that I come from a long
Blame me cause I'm one of fo' grips
Now you can have mayo and a gang of triggers
Bit that ain't shit, cause they still gon blame a nigga
"Always
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
that dope boy shit nigga
(Ya dig) Ya smell me
(Can't) fuck wit' ya
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Your reign on the top, short like leprauchans
I came through in
Man, this is fucked up, man rIP my nigga
Man, he got hit by a car and shit
That nigga wasn't even payin' no
Goddamn attention (yeah)
And you just
and coffin planned (talk to 'em)
Pussy, on my lap is the FN (ha)
Is you down to slide? That's the only question (yeah)
Yo, Now is you rollin' with me
let you pass me
[The Lox]
Yo what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came
40th: that's me yo
Clips, 11 off, bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing
Missin' is seven dwarfs
Killa Cam, you know he bout it bout it
Jim Jones,
the gate
The king is in the kingdom to await his fate, of the enemy
The Pubic Enemy
Propmaster (yeah) Please listen to me (what?)
Something lurking by
wit me Cuz
Tonight,
We getting twisty
Sneak in E&J
Jim Bean Whiskey
cin't buying out the bar
My money too stingy
Got my Flask if you csk Ma
You could
man
Keep on running back, acting silly man
Jim Carrey in mask, backtrack
You could be my man, just run in the bank, get that
Oooh, its on goodbye
big Snoop Dogg
Produced by Niggarachi niggarachi! Entitled
The "Time Is Now"!
Time is now, it's going down, in my town
Time is now cause it's going
I could be whoever I wanna be
And that's what scares me
Who am I anyway
I stop, in a heartbeat
Car seat, Headrest, got me
Nineteen in denial
And I
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit
(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
All I remember was I shot for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
on a roll
Engulfed in the darkness ambush by attackers
Then to the rescue it's my man YTCracker
Prepare for engagement, hope I battle well
Way to tell slaying
faces they got me on a list like
They bout to give a payslip they sleeping with an eye open that shit is outrageous
They all performative like they were
There once lived a man who lived life at low
This man never experienced life to even know
It's the seed that he sowed
That allowed him to be called
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