No VMA's lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City)
I could've did it like West Coast and all that
This won't be seen on your VMA's
Real nigga hustle in my DNA
Fly nigga, number three MJ's
And I drop the top, nigga
Let 'em see the waves!
Check my rear view, speed away
Seats are sway, I keep a bay (I Keep a dime!)
Matters fact,
I hope that you wore ya ski's today
Cause we sellin' snowballs called keys and yay
And this the type of life they try to keep away
With due respect bow your head so we could pray (A salam)
Seven hail marys like a priest would say
Then drop a bomb on your block maintain geez a day
You better duck when the heaters spray
Word to the mother, cause you'll never get to see the stray
I thought I'd never get to see the day
And this the type of life I get the breath and say!
So who blood and who bluffing?
And I ain't acting, so it really ain't nothing (at all)
Get you held captive, niggas just bustin
You need more than pro active if these bullets do touch em
I've could've did LA and tossed it upwith the big shots
You know pull the roaster up with the wig popped (for real)
Still loaded up I'll get your wig popped
Bitches lose focus when the kid let the lid drop
A hundred forty cool, thirty for the cane
And use the shit so I dropped it on the chain
Don't mind me, just some shit on my brain
She on stage toss it up like fingers when they bang
And like if we get pulled over
Is she gonna cry that it's all over
Burn money in this bitch to the mall close up
Hit-wonder call the next one over
Ooooohhhhhhhhhh (#VAMPIRELIFE)
Riding On Empty lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Mel Matrix & Sen City)
Uh, blunt smoke and bad table manners
Ina room with gun toaters with some flagent grammar
Speedy cars dark tents with a razor scanner
The inside is red swaid like the slay from santa
Uh, got killers feel with anticipation
Say your mind, body and soul on a trip to Satan
To conspire, get your time for affiliation
You ain't getting money, time is what you're really wasting.
And they say a great mind is what can heal a nation
Do the mathematics, my lifetime's a real equation
Three bitches, one trap, with the roof detached
And you niggas so smart now do the route to that
And we're super strapped and we shooting back
I got troopers that pack medal like rick rooven black.
[Bridge:]
Say if you can count your money, you ain't got enough!
Seats recliners, pussy minds what 'em bottoms up
'Till the death of us it's money over bitches
Leave the tags on the glass, we styling on these niggas
[Chorus:]
Riding on empty, you niggas riding on empty
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
When it comes to me!
Niggers riding on empty, riding on empty
You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me!
Die to the R you don't pose a threat, naw
We all hot headed push that braze shit, nine three
Stunting on these niggers 'till they sick of me, what
And all my waist line is where the blicker be, strapped
In the aston four door so we marvin on you niggas like resawar dogs, birdgang
Sliding out the club about three or four whores
There all getting pretty, all three or four stales, eat me up
You know my habits, money, guns and skeezers
My lil homie trigger happy nicknamed him squeezer
[?] we're screaming Bs up
And with the [?] of a lifer
Situation real, knock the baby, out the dipper
[Bridge:]
Say if you can count your money, you ain't got enough!
See [?] what 'em bottoms up
'Till the devils has hi money over bitches
Read the tags on the glass, we're [?] on these niggers
[Chorus:]
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
When it comes to me!
Niggers riding on empty, riding on empty
You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me!
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Letter To The Game lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City)
Second floor my hotel I'm rollin up bout to blaze
And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes
As our days about to pass and them days in the past
He set my mind free so my mind free at last
So much that I don't even drink from a fuckin glass
Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast
Didn't understand a dream of a king now do the math
Coincidentally on your birthdays I ditched the class
Cause the younger me, dumber me was chasin the cash
Chasin the ass, low life with his face in the grass
Ridin home from school in front of the bus
Not even thinking bout how Rosa Parks done it for us
How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us
And she stayed behind bars till she won it for us
Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face
Cause Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face...
[Sample]
[Nas:]
Uh
Word up Game
Standing at the pue panoramic view of the seating
Greeting, I've been meaning to do me some letter reading, to the King
He forever breathing your messages never leaving
Some of your homies, phonies I should say it when I see them
Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks
Some should never be allowed in Ebenezer Baptist Church, in Atlanta
Some people be patient I know this ghetto grammar
But I'm a street dude normally I just speak rude
Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him
Noble peace prize winner they duplicate the feelin
As a kid I ain't relate really, I was sayin Dreams speech jokingly
Till your world awoken me
First I thought your were passive, soft one who ass kissed
I was young to be honest, I was feelin Mohamed
I ain't even know the strength you had to have to march
You was more than just talk you were the first real Braveheart
We miss you
Feels like King be in me sometimes.
[Sample]
[The Game]
The word nigger is nothing like nigga
Don't sound shit alike like Game like Jigga
One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga
One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture
The rope ain't tight enough, he still alive go fix it
Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black bitches
Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen
The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin
If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march?
I know Obama would but would Hillary take part?
Great minds think great thoughts
The pictures I paint make the Mona Lisa look like fake art
I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela
Cause when it rains it pours I need Rihannas umbrella
For Coretta Scotts tear drops
When she got the phone call that the future just took a fuckin head shot
I wonder why Jesse Jackson didn't catch him before his body dropped
Would he give me the answer? Probably not
[Sample]
Second floor my hotel I'm rollin up bout to blaze
And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes
Once Upon A Time lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Yo Gotti)
A couple funerals, hit the mass up
Then the feds scooped half of the whole hood up
Couple niggas start pointing fingers
Around the town, back to the base to dropping to have a hot single
Half the whole world saying what's up
And the fans were tryin to see what was up
But fuck y'all!
They nare witness, who said they bought something or sold something to me
Niggas all in my business
And this that real life, no bullshittin'
This that straight facts, no fiction
I see ho nigga, and I just feel friction
Give them one to they head, leave they top missin'
Top missin, like my new car
Rock glistenin', two broads
Watch clickin', I'm too hard, stop bitchin'
Shit get high, fuck it when the shots hit him
Same game, they got Pac missin'
Big too, they put y'all in the same place
I hope when they hit me dawg they put me in the same place
I'm in a place where you can get bombed on
Same time you turning your car on, shots fired
We all know the con artist slippin'
So I keep big hammers in every car I'm whippin'
Just in case we catch a 48 hour victim
And they can up and get em and I will not forget him
I look around man, the game is tryna pull me in
But if I go back it's not half, nigga I'm fully in
The coke sales, murdering, the bullyin'
Nigga fuck what it coulda been
I swear to God you young punks don't want me in the hood again
It's only jail or the grave is where they gonna put me in
In my day I done ducked about a dozen beats
I'm from Harlem man, you get killed over your cousin's beef
The only never fear I had was when I hugged the streets
We say life's a bitch but I love the streets
Shit I got this Porsche out it too
And I love rockin' Air Forces, of course...
We rich niggas from Porsche to Aston IIs
Bitch niggas of course we'll blast at you
I Like lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Young Swift)
[Young Swift:]
Yea
[Hook: Young Swift]
I woke up this morning, with a brand new swag
Like fuck these niggas, let's get this cash
I like money and bitches, and bitches with money
I'm a real ass nigga, you can't take that from me
I like money and bitches {Yea}, and bitches with money {I Like}
Money and bitches {Yea}, and bitches with money {I Like}
Money and bitches {bitches}, money and bitches {bitches}, money and bitches {I Like}
Money and bitches {I Like}
[Verse 1: Young Swift]
Look
Ok I like that cash, I like that loaf
She say she like that dick, well girl that dick like you
It's Charge Nation the army, give that soldier salute
And if it's me and my bitch then I like that coupe
I throw some ice on too, just so I shine right
Then I blow what's left, getting my mind right
Money on the radar get it till the graveyard
And my homie got that thang nigga, go on play hard {heh}
Ok it's raining, nigga what that flood cost
I found hate, but no love lost
Do it like I taught you, getting twisted like a cork screw
If you ever wanna ball, then tell them Swiffa sports you {Hey}
[Hook: Young Swift]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I got money with niggas {Yea}, she like niggas with money {Snow}
I say "Cot Damn girl! Hey what's up with your tummy! " {Yeaaaa}
She say "Look at me Snow. You know I been in the gym. {Yea}
He ain't blowin on strong, so I ain't fuckin with him. {Ha Haaa}
See you stepped up your swag {Swag}, See you rockin them Timbs."
I say "Bitch these just boots! {Boots} You see me rockin these gems! {Damn}
Don't I look Liberace? {... Ace} Don't I look so Versace? {Snow}
Take a look at me now! {Now} I used to trap in huaraches! " {Yeaaaa}
Right now you a 10 as you see I can count
I said "You sure look good, hey but what's in your account? " {Aye}
I don't fuck broke bitches, {Nah} cause them bitches be funny {Funny}
They spend they money on bitches, {Bitches} I like my bitches with money
Snow {Yea}
[Hook: Young Swift]
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
I woke up this morning, praise to Allah
Last night got crazy, blew 20k at the bar
Love them bitches with credit, a car, and a job
I'm a freak for them watches, my dick get hard for Chopards {Grr}
Hopped out left the turbo on, got out it like word is born
Her mouth is fowl but it turn me on
Had to crack a dial on that Tourbillion
APT that's watch talk, Black GT that's drop talk
Like a baby head, my top soft
Hit the club and we pop collars
Private jet, one way to heaven
Taking bets 2k11
Hold's 8 stacks and I ain't sweatin
40 for the stone 8 for the setting {Grr}
She need a job talkin bout she don't need a man
I said fuck you bitch, I don't need a bitch
I just feed them dreams like Peter Pan
[Hook: Young Swift]
I'll Be Back lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Meek Mill & Fred Da Godson)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
Meek Milly
Uhhh! First off, I'm a beast bitch (Beast)
I'm with the mafia, and I ain't talkin Three 6 (Nahh)
I remember when they said I'd never be shit (Wooo!)
Look at me now my neck and wrist done cost me three bricks (Ahhh)
I'm in this Panamera, same color as Heathcliff
Niggas talk about me, when they see me it's the remix (SCERRRR)
My waves spinnin (Spinnin), she sea sick (Sick)
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she gon eat dick
Rollin round with Jimmy (Jimmy), Touchin on the semi (Strapped)
Finger on the trigger (Huh), Cause niggas wanna hear me (Yeah)
I'm rollin through my city, make a bike look like a Bentley
When I pull up on them hoes, it's like eany miny mo
There he go, where eyat? Niggas know, I be strapped (Strapped)
I'm a terminate me something, if I tell em I Be Back
Arnold Schwarzenegger Audemar, It cost me 90 stacks
And it ain't got no ice in it, I be shinnin bright with it
[Hook: Meek Mill & (Jim Jones)]
Niggas say they need that work. I tell em I'll be back! (Mutha Fucka yeah, I'll Be Back)
I fucked a bitch in one night, I tell her I'll Be Back! (Baby girl you know that I'll be back)
Thinking when I was fucked up, I tol em I'll Be Back Back! (I got my weight up Mutha Fucka, I'm Back!)
Now every time I'm up in Neiman's, I tell em I'll Be Back! (I stay fly, so I'll Be Back!)
(SPOOOOOKKYYYYYY!)
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Went from the hardest nigga out, To the smartest nigga out (And!)
If you niggas act dumb, I'll bring retarded niggas out (Ga'Head!)
Cartridge in ya mouth (Grrr), we got it in the drought (Grrr)
Saw so many bricks, we got parts down in the south
Thought I was a southerner, the white girl I'm lovin her
Bitch I got uni-bombers to run up on a governor (Pow)
Ain't no worries, I got lawyers like O.J. (GRRrr)
Run up on ya block and make it hot on a cold day (T-t-t-t-t-t-Ttoww)
Bullets kiss yo neck like it's foreplay
And you shouldn't be upset, you know my forte (You know Wuddup)
Stone cold killer, no felonies, cause we murdered any motherfucker that could tell on me! (Grrr)
See Me in Philly, Meek doin wheelies (Andd!)
Hopped out on Broad Street, my feet looking illie (Philly Wuddupp)
Niggas know the dealie, cause niggas off millies
Let up off the shoes, I thought this bitch was tryna kill me!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fred the Godson]
The bells is back, low in the hole
Big Jesus piece, t-shirt that say slow
Been ridin with Meek, y'know it's all dough
Boutta hit the streets, Capo said flow
So packs, Go
Back to the coupe, it's back to the booth
Before I get a plaque, forty-four in the mac
You'll collapse when I clap, so relax before I... (Woooo)
Or keep goin and switch ya spittin lyrics to vivid
Like I'm the devil backwards, so you know that I lived it
[?] this shit is 50, the bricks is with me
On the first, I get more exercise than Mississippi
Or get the bliqey, I got the whip and the gunnas in it
Dead in the middle of little Italy, No Pun intendid
Your funeral, no discussion
Ya moms will take care of the coffin, Robitussin
You duck while we clap, if I miss I'll be back
Fred, I'll Be Back!
[Hook]
Carton Of Milk lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Game & Sen City)
[Jim Jones:]
No competitions with these niggers I'm just...
Raised in the green light I'm a go getter
Wrote letter to the money till it came back
And I saw working out no jumping chats
A lot of shit upon my mind that's why I need the flush
I love life but they'll say she got a crush
I never sleep stay awake won't miss a thang
Dream with my eyes open I can see the change
Looking for a speed ahead you can never stop me
Cause my flow is the key, eat your own coffee
I got boss, these rappers don't wanna shot
Cause of what they can't see, I'm a blind spot
Haters misplace love quote Wayne for that
I say it's HIV... blacks
That's that, you know what it is
Don't need to name names you can suck my shhh
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
That's right, curse you when you're living, bless you when you dying
See the boorish that this people be on
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
That's right, curse you when you're living, bless you when you dying
See the boorish that this people be on
Don't talk about stars and stripes like you got a gun
[The Game:]
I got balls for fights nigger I'm not the one
Compare me to none I can't be 2
And I ain't scared of go so I can't be bulled
You know I stay truth like religion all of my chainz
Everything all good to the dough come between
You mean the Hummy with the big screen
Snatch my niggers out the...
Want that kind of dough... king even drema
On assignment with the team
They be climbing for the green
But I never make it rain, make the snow... me
Fall back like... then the...
Whatever I wanted there's a kid who couldn't afford it
Get deported to the paper, I'm an immigrant
And I want my green card so anybody getting it
You rapping I'm living it you playing I'm a...
On go line I finish score...
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
That's right, curse you when you're living, bless you when you dying
See the boorish that this people be on
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
If yo all like me don't love me when I'm gone
That's right, curse you when you're living, bless you when you dying
See the boorish that this people be on.
Heart Attack lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Sen City)
I treat her body like the fast life
and I'ma need my heart back
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
and you can have her if your cash right
she party all over in the night in town
I think I seen her last night
in my Ferrari strolling with the windows down
treat her body like the fast life
Until she told me slow it down, but I'm just trynna speed it up
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
And all of that
Now tell me have you seen her
My lil ballerina a freak just like Athena
With a body like a Trina, she a fucking head turner
A thorough bread earner
I told her let me hit it like Ike & Tina Turner
And She only rock pumps and I ain't talking bout shotties
Blood up on her shoes like she caught a fucking body
She a bad bitch, couple thousand a bag bitch
Love them fast whips, told her name it I crashed it
And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
And all of that
I think I seen her on my last flight
Going to another party out of town
I met her in my past life
Jodeci I'm feeling when she not around
I hit her body like a crack pipe I think my high is coming down
But I'm just tryna speed it up
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
[Sen City]
I seent her on 34th
I was riding by in the Porche
I woulda gave her a compliment
But I'm tied up on the phone shorty arguing
Okay.. Okay I cheat, i cheat but she good
She ain't ever ever gotta walk a block in the hood
She just throw it in the bag with her little pretty ass
Red wine in a glass end the night of with a gasp
And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
And all of that
Everybody Jones lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Aaron Lacrate)
And then this one time I tried to talk to him and these other girls,
They totally got in my way.
Can you believe that their shoes weren't even as exspensive as mine.
The Tray, Fly boy Lifestyle. You Heard me
Drippin from my head to my feet, Splashin
Everything New, You Heard me
If its vintage its new, Real Nigga Shit, You heard me
catch me in soho getting stupid flies
or catch me uptown getting super fly, can heard me?
or catch me just riding my coupe’s fly
the beast,
Trend setter(her), never been better,
yeah I love my bags, but the bank better
Killin half of you you niggas is a vendetta (Bang Bang)
she saw the car when your girl start getting wetter
and she was hot but I didn’t sweat her
cause I’m way too cool you could get a sweater
I’m in the club with a Two-Thousand Dollar leather
and they say birds of a feather flock together (Well Fly Away)
so you and you get in drop together
it was cool outside not the hottest weather
but a nigga still stuntin, dropped it on em' Hefers
and we pull into the tele knockin salt n' peppa
funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
funky fresh, Dress to impress, ready to party
everybody Jones, everybody Jones
Like oh my god, you guys isn’t that like Jim Jones
he’s totally amazing, do you know how he did that song
Like, what it’s called, Um popping Champagne?
I got more kicks then Jack Chan (Check the closet)
in the face, Imma wash it like black sand (Check The Watch Box)
and I used to sell smack like a back hand (X-15 Sharif)
and I see through you niggas like a Cat scan (Get Em')
and fuckers getting fax like a lap dance (Fuck that)
they say I’m a rock star like the gap Band (Aye Now)
it’s new whips, I pull into the night club
I got them jordan number 6 outta flight club
sway still in seats all piped up,
and we ain’t leave the club until the lights out (one more bottle)
everyday I stay splashy like it’s easter (Werd)
that’s why they say I’m something like a fashionista
whoa some, burn some, pass the reefer
I turn the shit black and yellow, tape Like Khalifa (Black And Yellow)
I’m so fly, tell me where I’m landing
I hope the summer hot nigga, where we tanning
funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
funky fresh, Dress to impress, Ready to party
everybody Jones, everybody Jones
how many pairs of Louis Vuittons do I have to have before Jim Jones is gonna fucking talk to me
I like, I wanna give him his own hashtag or something
like Jim Jones problems, Like I can't even.
(Everybody Jones)
They say diamonds are a girl's bestfriend (BFF)
Well, I don't want the girl, I got her bestfriend (Hey Baby)
She all around my neck, I'm talkin precious gems (Woo)
I Caught her body in my 'rari they arrested Gem (Camera)
Bitch breathe like carbon minoxide (Clear)
I was speedin had the car lookin lopside (Speedin)
I told em' come take a walk on the dark side
I'm from New york, where the motherfuckin sparks fly (boom)
My Nigga Sell Drugs, All the cars fly (Ayeee)
Well, black and white stones like apartheid (Segregation)
Its Unanimous, them bitches still love a thug (Werd)
No Ceilin, All she was seein was stars up above
I say girl im tryna cut like a laceration (Deep)
Body Right I'm having all types of fascinations
She got a nigga takin nasty on a mobile phone
I hopped out lookin splashy in my Kobe Foam (So Fly)
Brand New, athletic feet wear (And)
Brand New car, Shit we get em' each year (Werd)
I Pave Stones in my watch, like the drive way
And Imma clone to the cops, like the highway
She Had The ass shakin like a aftershock (drop it)
And I kept the weed low as I passed the cops (who watchin)
But the music so loud, we was blastin Pac (Knock it)
and I ran outta dutches so I had to stop
Whoa
And I don't know what to say to him, I mean,
Do you think he blondes? I guess I could be blonder
I mean, Do you think Jim Jones needs me to be blonder?
Maybe I just need to lose weight,
I'm already down to like 20 pounds, but I could totally go lower
because he is just so freaking unbelievably adorable
Like Popsicle Hot, Like Need to cry,
Ok, Where are my friends, I need to talk to them about this right away
Maybe we can invent some sort of like twitter situations that everybody decides that Jim Jones Should talk to me
(Everybody Jones, Everybody Jones)
Oh my God, Oh my God
He's Coming over Here.
Let Me Fly lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Rell)
[Rell]
Whatever you wanna do, girl we gotta do it tonight
You don't wanna let me go, I can see it in your eyes
But you know I gotta fly, cus baby this is my life
Baby this is my life
[Jim Jones]
She's spillin' drinks all night on my favorite pants
She was all up on a nigga givin' crazy stares
The loud knock in my door had me wake up scared
As I looked into my bed she had her makeup smeared
Damn, it's like a party what we made in here
And I was tryin' tell the time through the jacob glare
Can't front the fat ass and the wavy hair
Had a nigga contemplate about stayin' here
I missed the flight I got to pay delay
She tried to do it all again she ain't playin' fair
She reached up like do you gotta leave
I wanna stay but baby girl I gotta breathe
Jet lag screamin' that we runnin' late
My louis bag on wheels runnin' to the gate
Party all night to the A.M.
And it kinda pushed my time back like daylight savings
[Rell]
7 a.m. turning over in the sheets
Manager blowin' up the phone in my sleep
A smile on my face I don't mean to make em' wait
But she's that much sexier when she sleeps
Throwin' on my clothes put my shoes on my feet
Bags packed up now I'm ready for the streets
Glanced back at her now she's staring up at me
She wanna pull me back but she know I gotta leave
Flights at ten then we land at twelve
Then we then check-in to another hotel oh well
Do it all again I think I want her an my homie wants her friend
Ball like tomorrow might be the end
We can let it all go, we can play pretend
We can do up from the dusk til' the dawn
Like the Marvin Gaye song baby lets get it on
Perfect Day lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Chink Santana & Logic)
And I've been running in the streets all day
And I've been looking at the stars all night
It got me thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And I've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy in here all day
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day
We could be anywhere in the world
But we right here
We gon' be right here
For this perfect day
Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
My perfect day
No work today
Got me thinking 'bout the breeze when the sun get hot
On a water surface play
Nah no turf today
Told my man throw his work away
I got a fool proof plan
Make a couple of mil
And I think it's gonna work today ay
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And I've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy in here all day
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day
We could be anywhere in the world
But we right here
We gon' be right here
For this perfect day
Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
No gunshots no caskets
No sirens flashing
No V's no police
No handcuffs no rips no lashes
We drunk no crashes
Twist it up no passes
No sticks no skins
No seeds we blowing the finest grasses
And I've been running in the streets all day
And I've been looking at the stars all night
It got me thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And I've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy in here all day
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day
Changing The Locks lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Ashanti)
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
And I know our reltionship I neglected
So I'm hopin this apology you'll accept it
And I know up in ya mind you feel disrespected
Just think about the time that you invested
But somewhere along the line we got disconnected
And you tell me I was wrong so I stand corrected
You ain't up here in the mall girl I kant accept it
And so a woman skorned is wat this man was left with
I got her feelin like no otha option
Back against the wall love got her boxed in
Fightin with a hard love got ha boxin
And all those bruises on her soul like she was fightin Hopkins
[Chorus: Ashanti]
See I don't want to love you anymore
And I don't want to touch you anymore
I'm changin all tha locks that's on this door
So gone so gone
I used to give you every piece of me
Until you fucked around and lost that key
I used to really love you now I think nothin of you
You ain't gotta kum back no more kuz I'm gone
[Verse 2: Ashanti]
See I was with you
I split it with you
I lived it with you
Did it even when I didn't wanna do it just to let you know I was different from the rest put an "s" on my chest
To relieve all your stress when I gave you my best
You betrayed what was left
And I didn't understand now I'm leaving
I'm so gone movin on
And I ain't gotta take ya shit no more
[Chorus]
Said I don't wanna love you
And I don't wanna touch you
Nope I don't think nothin of you
Aye ayyyyyeeee aye
Said I don't wanna love
And I don't wanna touch you
Nope I don't think nothin of you
Yeah ayyyyeeee wooooaaaahhhh
Mmmm mmmmmmmmm nooooooo [fades out]
God Bless The Child lyrics - Jim Jones (feat. Wyclef Jean)
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
[Wyclef:]
Papa left me at war
In the Croix-des-Bouquets slums
Out in Haiti
I used to hunt for my food like wolves hunt sheeps
From the whole to the project
Learned to slap box cause I couldn’t take the disrespect
Asked Mona Lisa for a date on Friday
She heard I was Haitian and she said no way
But God blessed the child
I could have been that juvenile
Yep, but that’s my cousin selling crack
And that’s me with the black and white notebook writing raps
And the words became real
And I got a record deal
And I went from last to first
I put Haiti on the map, if you're looking for my country Google Earth
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
[Jim Jones:]
God bless because the streets is hard
We living in a world we only see facades
But check the stats, you won't believe the odds
From who make it out to who see the bars
Only a few make out the two seated cars
I hope my crew make it out and don't see the bars
When Wyclef was on tour with the Fugees
I was with Boyz n the Hood, you can't pause the movie
Thought I was hot shit when I bought the coopy
I was down in the tunnel when I wore the goofy
I was the ice berg shit, 400 sweater
I put ten up in the bank, bet I form better
It was love in the bitch way before I met her
Just was spending all my chips on the softest leathers
I told my niggas meet them at the crossroads
Until then I'mma see how fast this Porsche go
More money well them more foes
But shit I ain’t scared of you mofos
You funny niggas like Bernie mac
I do something til you same niggas turn a rat
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
[Jim Jones:]
It’s much deeper than a rap song
Think it’s sweet until this beef is getting clapped on
I’ve seen sweet dreams turn in nightmares
I watch street dreams turn to life years
You can hear the loud screams when they cry tears
Now I take my whole team and we fly Leers
If it’s New York then we’re up town
California sport when we touchdown
I’m getting money, wouldn't call it fame
It was right before she nutted when she called my name
Backing out the telly, wheels in reverse
She had the telly slippers on, heels in her purse
I put her in a cab, you dealing with a jerk
It's atleast a quarter mil when a nigga murk
Shit they follow me like I’m racketeering
They must have got fed with the black McLaren
And yea they racial profile my black appearance
And I always ran the streets, I had absent parents
And every night we pray to the sky
In the hood where is 9 million ways to die
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
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