Lyrics:
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it
Now, if you have a blunt or a gun to light
In each and every town
Den you no worry 'bout no wacka rappa DJ
And the Cav magi will hold you down
So,
season
Jailhouse reading, that was chess pieces
Mind your mouth, boy, I hit you in your chest piece
Probably why I'm famous and they still won't give
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
twanging on the jukebox
Singing of a life's thats free
I see you in the bar from the jailhouse window
Drinkin' with a fool like me
Yesterday it was a big
big money
One day the circus was his
Now he's married to the acrobat
And they're training their kids
Yeah.
Now the jailhouse was empty
All
before he could say scat.
Now, planting the blue ox down-river in front of the jam,
Old Paul fired off his shotgun, aiming to tickle Babe's ass
With
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim
Rubin
Intelligent]
True
That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles
Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles
By chains we
We cop whips with kicks and pinstripe uno
Who wanna test, Mr. Don Dada
Who rock Prada, so go suck ya mumma
See, blow the track out, Jim's in the house
So long
Goodbye
See you later
Farewell
Blurry visions when I open my eyes
Dirty dirty in my cup keep it by my side
Now i'm zoned
Farewell
See you later
pretend, cause it's time prevail now
Going in for the nights they ain't pick up the phone
Shit felt like a jailhouse
Now I'm moving with caution through all
to G-Shock, these the jailhouse Rolex
Be cautious who you buy a phone from, they might work with SIS
Had me stuck in the SHU, four months straight with one
caught him by the arm
He said: John Hardy come and go with me oh boy
John Hardy come and go with me
John Hardy come and go with me oh boy
John Hardy
at you now, why you want to hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit` a cannon and blow your muthaf***in` back out
They blast but I`m still standin`
looked old Jim right in the eyes
And said, "I'm here for your throne"
Now Jim was never nervous
But legend of his foe
Had grown and traveled cross the land
sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna come home, hey!
Now when the phone start to click in, your words start to echo
Say you got to hang up but the man won't let
eye,
As Jim dances carelessly by.
And I'm so ashamed of the tear in my eye,
As Jim dances carelessly by.
cook is slippin'
Stick him with blade, now he just another victim
Cut out both his eyes and then threw them in a burger
That jim ordered spyin' on him
true)
Now, what if Jimbo's slightly gay,
Will Pat let Jimbo get away?
Everything we've heard him say
Indicated that Jim must pay,
(And it just
Putting rocks in my socks if they stick me in a jailhouse
They caught me being naughty
But Santa's got the bailout
Thank you for this weaponry
I wish
now, Jim
Cuz love is what few people care about, Jim
And if you’ve anything remotely in common with me
You’ll be giving it away to them fuckers for free”
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