Lyrics:
Don't even think about it, six gun, weighin' a ton
Ten paces and turn just for fun, son (one, two, three)
Up 'til sundown, rollin' around
See where
Jackson dance moves girl I'm not the one
I was born in Lauderdale but Nassau's where Im from
Runnin through the six they use to call me Forrest Gump
Now
thirsty and they nodding and the be ?
They see me my actions
I cruise by in a Beemer just laughing
I let that rock and roll
I coping poppy's load
It
to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try
to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try
to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try
the streets coming
Up for autographs women seem to offer me ass
Number one!
At the club, I got in free, sat in VIP
Where celebs hang out
DJ shouting my name
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is
don't need to sit around and listen to the same stories
I don't need your industry boys to open doors for me
Just play a beat and hit record for me
I'm
they say that they mad
And be riding a lil car riding a mini jeep
And they wanna be like Steph Curry
Put it up turn around with no worry
But the people
come on
This the turn around
I knew I was right about you
Huh
Can't hold that
I'm feeling I'm feeling
If you're looking for me
You know where to find me
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
There was no love for us (nope)
So we did what we did just to make a buck played around we're fucking nuts (crazy)
Hope them
didn't hear
What they were supposed to hear
Bring that back (bring the back)
(woo, yo)
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing
on a
Driveby, finger the cops
Yeah when they ride by (Byrdgang)
Squally, is what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah,
[Jim Jones]
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just
of Jim Crow –
So, he underwent treatments
To turn his skin dark brown
Then he headed down South –
To take a look around
“It’s a crazy idea!”, folks said
on phonics
Bill Cosby's passing it around
You could ask him about
Attractive women that asked for a snack
Said just take half but they
Ate the whole pack
They
out in my car and I
Wait for the mailman to come by
I got a 6 dollar check from Warner Brothers
I will take you down to the bar on the corner
Where
out in my car and I
Wait for the mailman to come by
I got a 6 dollar check from Warner Brothers
I will take you down to the bar on the corner
Where
Stop and ask, am I not your fellow man?
Born and raised on the streets where America's first motors ran
Same streets where race riots and innocent
, don't turn around
Death is a very high price
He gathered up his people
And he took them underground
To the caves of silvery water
Where they never could
the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play
Tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
Then they
down at Cherokee Bend
It's been 21 years since the boy disappeared
Where he run to, nobody knows
But they say he fell in with a man named Jim
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