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"Jim Jones"
"Jim Jones"
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жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Pray IV Reign
Na Na Nana Na Na
автор:
Jim Jones
жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Pray IV Reign
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Dipset, as we proceed what have we here? Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka One thing to do get money muthafuckaI pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera They wanna ball but they ain't got no staminaThey said damn man, you lookin' like Pac I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phonesTouch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up Just like a bunch of clothes Hey, ma we stretch work like you touch your toes And in the middle of July we got that summer snowI got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a pretty bitch But the Porsche look gorgeous Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps We bring them whips outWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, naWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is goodIf there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh?At this point I don't think they could take it Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety And even though that we been gettin' cake And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate meNow tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? Sheesh, we are what we are Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ERFlat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line I'm back for mine some more black flyin' The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, naWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, naWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is goodAnd what you do nigga? I cop cars out the future, pocket so fat like Raspusha I think I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of usThey all know I put on for Harlem Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level I took 80, blew it on a Beezle Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghettoThe definition of opulence The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit Who would think that this kid from the projects Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargicThe wrist look like hypothermia set in Pick a club night that the burner don't get in We pop champagne until the club let out I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent outWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, naWe gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is goodYou know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point? Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones
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