Lyrics:
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
or you're white)
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(Now when
Came walkin' on in through the door
At least I'd never saw her down at Smokey Joe's Café
And I started shakin' when she sat right now next to me
Her
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial
DJ (Jim Jonsin)
I want everybody to stop what they're doing (Mr. 305)
Now if you know you're with somebody
That you gon' take the hotel room
[This is actually called 'War on Drugs' by Laughing Colors,
but everyone thinks it's GNR, so I'll leave it here!]
It was long ago,
Seems like
Because I wanna roll north
I wanna roll south
I wanna drive my truck over to your house
A bottle of Jim
A bottle of Jack
Two lane road, foolin' around in
ain't scared of old Jim Beam
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my mama can't stand
Now, I'm just a good old boy
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
in the same damn room
Well this past year's been hell on earth
I've put you through some things I know you don't deserve
cnd now the winter is settin
got planned tonight Diana would you consider laying in my arms
I love you more than ever now Diana I'm sure you're the reason I was born
Jim was born
work
Sittin' by the fire
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
The march of the wooden soldiers
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky.
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickinson, Jim
DJ (Jim Jonsin)
I want everybody to stop what they're doing (Mr. 305)
Now if you know you're with somebody
That you gon' take the hotel room
a silent movie
Now here's some jury
No civilization has conquered from the outside until they destroy themselves from within
Pen, put a pin in that, will
careful, that chick belongs to Smokey Joe"
'Till from behind the counter, I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by
of the bus
In my own coloured section
It's funny how's it cool now to sit and see a familiar direction
Coloured seats
Coloured seats
Coloured toilets
Blacks
And the government itself is now a simple algorithm
I said Kirsten, hakuna matata, we ought to get our slippers
So we threw on a couple old kimonos and got in
nights at 11 p.m. Eastern and 10 p.m. Central[01:00.68]Look, here comes Jim now[01:03.26]3.45 in the morning, no sleep[01:05.60]Kick in your door around
deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit
jim
Wait a minute...i think I like that dance better than...
What are you talkin' about, creep?
What I'm talkin' about is you've been in this killer
past my prime
But pour some Jim Beam whiskey
And I’ll show you a real big time
You don’t need reservations
Drop by anytime
The sun is shinin’ in
cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape
ain't nowhere that niggas can hide
Super high, baby girl I stay fly
Can I stop by at least one more time?
She said somehow she found peace in my
in a 25
The cops are driving by but I'm really really high
I fuck a bitch and i send her off
You fuck the same bitch and fell in love
I get the check
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