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Jim Jones - J.I.M.M.Y. lyrics
Capo, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet) Eastside (code red) say what, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet) DipSet, Byrd Gang [Hook] Catch that boy Capo Cruising up 8th with the top low, and the cops low, (Squalie) I'm a DipSet boss You don't wanna get clapped get caught up in the cross, (dip low) And I'm caught up in the floss Chain 500 thou' cause I'm brought up in the gloss, (Balling) And I'm caught up in the cross I'm a winner I ain't tryin to get caught up with a loss, (No way) [Verse 1] Now when the hell would it stop (never) I keep evading the law getting tailed by the cops (Fuck 'em) I keep breakin the law got a bail on spot You can't cool me off, tried to tell you I'm hot, (sizzlin') Goin hard for 16 Livin that fast life like I'm made for the big screen, (Lights, Camera, Action) And y'all know how I get in the club A nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth in the club I try to two step, 4-fifth can't budge So I'm posted in the back while I'm twistin up bud (Haze) Got some hoes in the back and they sippin on suds Blowin smoke on the dough, poppin Cris' with the thugs Shit, I'm a boss I said A DipSet gangsta I don't cross my legs, (what else) G's up eastside code red (DipSet) Beef what, we ride low pay [Hook] [Verse 2] What they gonna do with the Capo, (nothing) Got a hard body clique that'll shoot for the Capo, (that's right) When they drive by the strip they saluting the Capo, (Eastside) Keep one fly bitch up in the coupe with the Capo, (You know) Now a days all it pays to come jukin them macho's, (say what) The other half must think I'm suite cause I gato, (Fuck 'em) Or maybe its because I keep pants off my ass, (kiss my ass) I am my own boss, I only answer for cash, (you hear that) I only fear the law, so fuck a man with a badge, (Fuck bullies) And I'm tryin to duck the law dogs I'm getting indicted They done showed me the money shit the kid got excited So if the kid get an inch well I'm takin a yard And if the kid do get bitch well I'm takin a yard (that's right the life nigga) That's till the day that I'm charged We be leavin out the club my crew racin the cars Who's at your favorite broad [Hook] [Verse 3] I done ran through most clubs that they have in my city (what else) Dancing in the spot with my hammer getting pissy One hand up on the bitch other hand on my blizzy, (gangsta) I kicked my G mac tryin to slip her a mickie Lord help the boy they tryin get me (what else) Always pull me over they be dyin to frisk me (fuck 'em) Car smell like weed and I be reakin of liquor, (always) Told me I was free but they see I'm the nigga, (just mad at me) I gotta leave 'em one bigger I said I'm from a hood where police getting hit up Get up, lets not make it a issue But if a nigga piss me off I'm goin straight to the pistol, (that's for sho') Then we could make it official Next time you see ya mom, won't be awake when she kiss you, (My baby) I'm just tryin to get some paper And avoid all the haters [Hook] |
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