Текст песни «J.I.M.M.Y.» от Jim Jones

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Jim Jones - "J.I.M.M.Y."

Lyrics to J.I.M.M.Y. :

Capo, whats my mother-fuckin name (DipSet)

Eastside (code red) say what, whats 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)

Im a DipSet boss

You dont wanna get clapped get caught up in the cross, (dip low)

And Im caught up in the floss

Chain 500 thou cause Im brought up in the gloss, (Balling)

And Im caught up in the cross

Im a winner I aint 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 cant cool me off, tried to tell you Im hot, (sizzlin)

Goin hard for 16

Livin that fast life like Im made for the big screen, (Lights, Camera, Action)

And yall 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 cant budge

So Im posted in the back while Im 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, Im a boss I said

A DipSet gangsta I dont cross my legs, (what else)

Gs 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 thatll shoot for the Capo, (thats 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 machos, (say what)

The other half must think Im 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 Im tryin to duck the law dogs Im getting indicted

They done showed me the money shit the kid got excited

So if the kid get an inch well Im takin a yard

And if the kid do get bitch well Im takin a yard

(thats right the life nigga) Thats till the day that Im charged

We be leavin out the club my crew racin the cars

Whos 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 Im the nigga, (just mad at me)

I gotta leave em one bigger

I said Im from a hood where police getting hit up

Get up, lets not make it a issue

But if a nigga piss me off Im goin straight to the pistol, (thats for sho)

Then we could make it official

Next time you see ya mom, wont be awake when she kiss you, (My baby)

Im just tryin to get some paper

And avoid all the haters



[Hook]
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