Тексты песен JIM JONES

[Intro: Jim Jones] Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!! Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang Clap, Byrd Gang Can I get a G clap [Verse: 1 Jim Jones] I be like hoooold u

Blackout Music [Chorus: Jim Jones] Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend Westside could you stretch then bend Southside could you stretch then bend Midwest could you stretch then bend N.

Yea, Turn it up in the head phones Ya Know....like that shit sound like rock music You know what im talkin bout (Uh Uh) Yea, My man Bruno just stepped in You know how we living it up We all getti

[Verse: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide East side high risers West side low riders vest with the four-fire Yes I fo sho fire D-I-P low rider See police, slow the ride See scwalay , ni

[Max B] I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh [Chorus: repeat 2x] If theres a need to confront ya babe I'll let the nina come punch ya ba

[Intro: Juelz Santana] YEAH! AY! Dip-Set bitch! Come on... Black-out, lets do it... Dip, dip-set! Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Now t

we born to die so i get high just like im born to fly{to the moon} im in the court with marijuana eyes{sorry judge} we hit the clubs until the morning rise {'cause of last nite} 'cause day n nite we r

[Chorus 2X: Max B & Jim] BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FOR

Now don't push me away, cuz when the first time I met you girl you shook me in ways You know the life of a nigga's cookin' up yay, And because you knew the pitfalls and the tumbles

Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second True story [Jim Jones] Cold sweats (sweaty sheets) From bad dreams (nightmares) I hope the Feds don't grab the team Cause we been labeled as the

[T.I. talking] Jim Jones what it is homie Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'nin Hey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a aye T.I.P. nigga y 'a y yeeah. Aye a aye I'm up in H

Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz [Chorus: Max B] WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU? GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT

[Chorus:] G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon'drown Runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound U didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u know n

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 7th Lennox and what about the east side El Barrio we blowin' smoke while we G ride Washington Heights dime lo tato you know Todo bien tato capo uh oh [Jim Jones] Shot

[Chorus: Latiff] When I'm dippin on the grind I get my money quick But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip She be wit me cause she aint like all them other chicks Let you hit, then she

[Jim Jones talking] Hello, oh' whats up baby, Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now, What?!? Im in tha studio Yo i gotta get ready and go home man [Woman Singing] I'm in

[altered voice (Jim Jones)] (Jimmy) Capo. . .whats my mothafuckin name?. . .Dipset. . .(Jimmy) Eastside (Jimmy) Cool chris. . .Say what. . .(Jimmy) Ugh...Whats my mothafuckin name? (Jimmy) Dipset

[Jim Jones (talking)] Yea, Jones...Capo Status You know what this is about! Its about riders... all my states around the countries all my niggaz from ghetto to ghetto, my niggaz ready to ride..

[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 ho's puckerup tryna get them to slide T

[Jim Jones] They got us fuckin up a storm (fuckin) Kush up till the morn (you know) Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan (all night) White t & my pelly (crispy) thuggin like la fonz (got it

[Intro / Chorus fading in and out in background] Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...) Jim Jones nigga (you know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!) A.k.a Jim Caso

Pardon the Syzzrup... [Jim Jones] Now we try corners Old folks try and warn us The cops try and swarm us Blocks hot like saunas Well fuck it I'ma risk it Got a bunt nigga twist it Imma

[Jim Jones] We set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf like you was wonder the bread Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell

[Intro: Jim Jones] Rell fresh home How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now All my soldiers behind the G Wall Inhale, exhale... fuck the police

[Max B] Byrd Gang club banger Tryna holla at ya shorty One focus, one focus only I'm tryna hit that thang! Let's go [Max B] WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THI

[Intro] I'M BACK! I'm on my Dipset shit, 20-30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside...living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes NYC...Here We Go Again! DIP,DIP SET

[Juelz Santana] Uh huh, Dipset Bitch.. Yeah... you know? Yeh yeh, yeah, okay [Hook - Juelz] Niggaz come along would you ride wit me? (Go, come on) Bitches come along would you ride with me? (

[Intro / Chorus] Dip-Set, uh (Jones) Money on mind (Capo Status) Mind on my money (Dip-set nigga) My money on mind (You know the streets is what it is nigga) Mind on my money (Watch ya step and

[Jim Jones] Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster (Ferraris) Live life vulgar, the FBI posters (fuck the feds) The fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded) We act dumb don't a

[Chico harmonizes to music from "Scarface" until 0:25] [Jim Jones] I seen it all from a player's eyes (mack) Look at this world from my latest ride (Benz) We knock 'em all i

[Jim Jones Talking] See rap music is subliminal But the music for us is like our own diary Something like a confession They tell me 'life is a bitch' She's something like the seas

[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 sittin here Waitin with them crystal clea

[Cam'Ron] Killa This my man Jim Jones You know we been through a lot of devistation, larceny Defeat, misconceptions Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's about But fuck al

[Verse 1: Jim Jones] Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged Somebody want me dead, but I'm still flossin' I rock my jewelry through th

[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"] Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah the

[Chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (Balling!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (We in the building) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Balling) Hips and thighs, oh my, sta

[Jim Jones] This is 9 tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather We apologize for the drout all week but it looks like thunderstorms all weekend. We fittin to make it rain on you motherf

[P. Diddy Talkin' Intro] Dipset motherfuckas Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall....they call me Diddy Yall motherfuckas must have lost yall mind AHHH!!!! [Hook - Jha Jha] [2x] What u been dr

[Jim Jones] Got this problem with these niggaz on the other side of town Plus my little homey Pop-la-di he's a rider now So you know he want some answers off top he ridin down With them auto