이스트 코스트 랩 신의 최고 기대주로 손꼽히는 짐 존스가 2006년 발표한 신작 앨범. 빌보드 앨범 차트 6위까지 치솟으며 미국 내에서 그야말로 광풍을 몰고 왔던 화제작이다. 무엇보다 빌보드 싱글 차트 5위까지 오른 ‘We Fly High’가 단연 발군의 성취를 쾌척하고 있으며 이 외에 ‘Pin The Tail’, ‘Weatherman’ 등, 갱스터 랩의 진수를 들려주는 트랙들로 가득하다. 상업성과 음악성 사이에서 완벽한 합일점을 찾은 최신 힙 합 레코드! .... ....
[Juelz Santana] Ja, Come in man What up Ja, what's poppin
[Ja] What up Uncle Ju Ju You know Im five years old now right
[Juelz Santana] Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good
[Ja] It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph
[Juelz Santana] What, she asked for my autograph in the class
[Ja] I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that
[Juelz Santana] you crazy man say word
[Ja] word
[Juelz Santana] you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that
[Ja] I said a dipset bitch
[Juelz Santana] a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least
[Ja] you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school
[Juelz Santana] word
[Ja] not cause you that nigga
[Juelz Santana] why
[Ja] but bacause im that nigga
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you all i talk about
[Juelz Santana] that's what's up that's what's up
[Ja] some of the kids can hardly talk
[Juelz Santana] yeah word
[Ja] there fore you gotta make it happen know what im talkin bout
[Juelz Santana] yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know
[Ja] word uncle Ju Ju
[Juelz Santana] yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean
[Ja] that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight
[Juelz Santana] aight
[Ja] other than that I just wanna tell you I love you
[Juelz Santana] aww i love you too man
[Ja] wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go
[Juelz Santana rapping] Now that I've got your attention [Repeat x5] Im what the games been missing What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in Im what the games been missing
<i>[Jim Jones]</i> 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 approach us (watch yourself) We hit the spot & stand on club sofas (ballin) So get the club owners (where he at) Cause we the boss type knicks game court side Big chain sporty ride G4 the lord of skies (flyin) And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up) Then pay homage to the board that lies So many niggaz on my corner died A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you) And nevermind that My cash better find that (bring my cash) We do the mask work Kick doors cash search (I know you here me) Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly) You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (fuck your kid) Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn
<i>[Chorus: Max B]</i> Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee Jump nigga think you a frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads Got the bitches sayin oh my darling We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem
<i>[Jim Jones]</i> A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin) Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's) Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin) Who gives a fuck is the motto (fuck em) The new sneakers, blackberry's new beepers (text mail) And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops) It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot) It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris) You gon get it cause my crew G'd up We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it) 3 day stays at atlantis (ballin) Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang) A 1000 deaths to the cowards (fuck em) You let him die no flowers (fuck 'em twice) I use to drive 4 hours, (right) Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it) You chumps want the power But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope) It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours (let's do it)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Jim Jones]</i> I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics) Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (fuck squally) And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded) And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business) Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me) I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork) If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at) We need to sit & talk (2:12 with him) before it go further Mo money mo murder ?? And we will pop at you And whoever you got with you (blatttt) My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard) Cop jewels new cars (stafalah) Take guns to jumar Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?? Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah) It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga) You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast (eat you up) The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash (Ballin) And I'm oh so Harlem 15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)
Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life and so we ball out major
Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride And due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride
And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nike
Boy, you talk about my life here Fuck wit OG's that put dice in the mirror And they tell me that life's but a gamble The media will turn your whole life into a scandal
Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge
And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge
Poured off Bentley, looking like steroids Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy Maserati lookin' like a shark on land Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and Five thousand spent on pants, man Bitches love it, niggas want it So bad they wanna take it but I kill 'em for it
Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge You better stay out the forest, warning It's Santana he fucks Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my antennas is up And that hand-scale is still in my pocket What you want? Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good?
Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well, come meet the man that's stamping them bricks Fly wit' the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt Your corpse, flies will emerge
Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge
And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge
They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster And now do you wanna ride or die? Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky
I'm drunk staring be, I need therapy The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar And it'll all come back, like grams of the hard You heard of us, the murders, the most shady Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me
They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing They try to catch me out of bounds They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town
A thug changes and love changes And since 9 11, the price of the drugs changes
Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge
And guess what? He can never take me alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge
<i>[Intro]</i> 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! I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND...WHEN IT'S, WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME
<i>[Chorus One]</i> I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND I GET ON EXTRA GRIND WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!) WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET) WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
It's Dipset Season, you ready to grind? Get money, rep yours, what you know about that? Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME? I got money on my mind man, we the talk of New York you niggaz want action, I got a movie for ya!
<i>[Jim Jones]</i> I'm in the coupe relaxing (like that) you see the roof collapsing (drop the top!) I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking! (smack the shit out you!) And it's God fearing, foreign car steering 60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom (diddy bopping!) Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom (ZOOOOOOOOOM!) Back in population (what else?) we cop drops to race 'em (BALLIIIING!) we getting money over here WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION?!?! We on top of things, and we got them things (them birds) But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing? (you a petty hustler) I know the real Rich...the REAL Richard Porter RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners! (HARLEM!) The bright lights and my big city my ice bright and the wrist silly (FLOSSIIIIIIING!) I'm risking Fed time, front page headline make the pedal hit the floor til the throttle red line!
<i>[Chorus Two]</i> DIP DIP DIP DIPSET! WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET) WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET) WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET) WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
<i>[Jim Jones]</i> I let my pants sag (why?), so I can show my ass (KISS MY ASS!) It's twenty g's a pocket, that's cause we blowing cash (that's NOTHING!) And when the photo's flash (SMILE!), Gallardies going pass Lights, camera's, autographs..."Wet Willies", call a cab The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey (BLINGING!) And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces! Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge (Kelina!) This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs ...and we invade the clubs standing on the furniture Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked (EASTSIIIIDE!) and we will burn you up like three star alarm WE ARE THE BOMB HUNDRED G'S ON THE CHARM (Byrd Gang!) You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors (BALLIIIIIIING!) We at the dealer dog (yeah), so how you feeling y'all?!? ....just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off!
<i>[Chorus Two]</i>
<i>[Chorus One]</i>
<i>[Jim Jones]</i> The young and the restless...live life reckless House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish! The rock star living (what else?), the hot cars and women (LAVISH LIFE!) ...the God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em (SQUALIIIIIIIIE!) This for them niggaz that...at the club, throwing stacks (BALLIN!) At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back! and I'm back, it's Mr. New York City My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee We still diddy bopping (yeah) we still could get it poppin (yeah!) ain't nothing change but the year of the Range And the clouds still moving with the squamy (loaded) and the gangsta's don't die, we get MONEEEEY and move to Miami!
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind 40 cal, an extra nine Dipset the cities mine!
<i>[Max B]</i> Byrd Gang club banger Tryna holla at ya shorty One focus, one focus only I'm tryna hit that thang! Let's go
<i>[Max B]</i> WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it) WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA) WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY) BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I'M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY!
<i>[Verse 1: Jim Jones]</i> It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)... you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!) They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed out)... and some say they gangsta's but they ain't like me (not at all!) I came from an environment (uh huh), 'caine I was frying it (bricks)... then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it's nothing!) We don't test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should (fuck a lease!)... cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G's (balling)... buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin twisted!) I'm tryna get the dame to breeze.... but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what's ya name nigga?!) I told the lady I be... doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE?!) Middle name "forty on the wrist" last name "you can't afford me bitch!" get a camcorder bitch! (YEAH!)
<i>[HOOK]</i>
<i>[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]</i> Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!) look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha) We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it) I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho's Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where?) New York to Miami Beach (yeah) Bitch I live the life of a hood-star rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra (AWWWWW) Got em all shaking they tush like I'mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!) But I'll give em a taste of the good liquor a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH! I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant I see it, I like it, I buy it baby I'm flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate
<i>[HOOK]</i>
<i>[Verse 3: Cam'ron]</i> WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I'M SO HOOD Uh...What up pimpin pimpin? (what up pimpin!) I'm exec already (fuck that!) See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here) I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic) The marble's mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words) Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it) better ask 'round soon they'll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic In the ninety's Z3's, BB's now in the crib TV's watch TV (flat screens watch flat screens) Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)... fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that's a fact) Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons, Bulls... you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!) Maesarati's back to back come ride with me on 1100 not the bike....two 550's! KILLA!
<i>[Jha Jha Verse]</i> Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck I dont do the ?? Sumthin like a rubber nut Sumthin like a hustler Got it runin through my blood You aint bout dat money Well honey I dont give a fuck trynna ball wit a hoodie on Cost about a stack Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash
My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat He put it on me good and I throw it right back Im a Playa Ima pimp I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar And all ya chips Gimme da keys I want da Juice Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too Dey see Im doin me Dey see Im gettin paid I still be in da hood Repersentin for da Days Mercedes wanna hate Try to stomp em Ima Fake O its all in da game But im still gettin cake
<i>[Hook (Jha Jha)]</i> If you a G Lemme see You aint gotta pay for da dinner Its on me Lets get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty
<i>[Hook (Jim Jones)]</i> We got da cash (Flossin') Buy out da bars(Ballin') Drop da tops out da celing You see da stars (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) I get it poppin shawty (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh)
<i>[Jim Jones Verse]</i> Now what bitch dont want me (Who) Young rich G (Ballin') Gun beneath da seat Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin') Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul) Lambergini drop Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em) Easy Just loosen up da bra strap Make em feel sexy Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing's missin) And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little And den you let da V do da horseplay Turn da city streets to a horse race Burn rubber (Vroom) And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe) And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully) So if you want me come and get me Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared) Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea) I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin) I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA) I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat) You wanna ride wit a G
<i>[Both hooks]</i>
<i>[Princess Verse]</i> Now bout to get it poppin If you ready for us Startin wit dem shoppin sprees Im givin honts so dey know it Who said love dont cost a thing Im from da city where da chicks are thick Blingin on dey neck and wrist And niggas poppin bottles While da ladies rock dey hips You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin To go from lil money flossin To doin super stuntin Im always griindin so Im gettin money Stick wit me and you'll go far Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen You say dat you a G Well nigga let me see I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be I got a sassy mouth And yea I'm from da south And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out I'm best dressed no doubt Lets go it aint no thang Princess im da chick And dont forget my name And this here wont change You betta sho respect Or we'll really get it poppin Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset
[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, stay focus
[verse 1] Ya boy getting paper (money), i buy big cars (foreign) I need fly rides to drive in my garage (choose 1) Stay sky high (twisted), fly wit the stars (twinkle, twinkle) T 4? flights, 80 grand large (balling!) So we lean wit it, pop wit it (bankhead) Vertible jones, mean wit the top listen (flossing) I`m saying clean wit the bottom? (do it) I hoped out saggy, jeans and my rock glistening (balling!) But i spent bout 8 grand Mami on stage doing the rain dance (i think she like me) She let it hit the floor, made it pop (what else?!) Got my pedal to the floor screaming fuck the cops (do it)
[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, stay focus
[verse 2] Slow down, tonight may be gone tomorrow (one chance!) So i spend the life like there`s no tomorrow (speeding!) 100 g`s worth of ice on the auto? (flossy) And we in the street life until they call the law (balling) I made the whip get naked (what happen?!) While i switch gears, bitch looking at the bracelet (got em) Step out, show me what your all about Flashbacks of last night of me balling out (harlem) 1 a.m. we was at the club (what happen?!) 2 a.m. ten bottles of bub (money ain`t a thing) And about 3 something i was thinking about grub So i stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (twisted)
[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, stay focus
[verse 3] Nigga could you buy that I keep 20 in the pocket (light change) Talk a buck 80 if the bentley is the topic (that grey poupon) But of course gotta fly...? (where?!) To the hood to roll dice on the side of they curb But i know a g bent may sound obsurb (get your money up) Drive 80 up lennox cause i got on urge (speeding) The rap game like the crack game Lifestyles, rich and famous living in the fast lane (balling!) So when i bleep shorty bleep back Loui vuitton belt where i`m keep all the heat strapped I beat the trial over rucker (let`s do it) All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (dipset)
[chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (balling!) Foreign rides, outside, it`s like showbiz (we in the building) [2x] We stay fly, no lie, you know this (balling!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus
You niggas need to stay focus When your dealing wit a motherfucking g You know my name, jones, one eye, capo status Only above motherfucker This dipset byrdgang we born to fly Ya`ll know the rules fall back or fall back Someone tell my bitch summer i`m looking for her Ya dig, another day another dollar Fast life fucker
[Operator:] Please enter your password. beep beep beep beep beep [Operator:] Your mailbox is completly full, please delete any unwanted messages. Mainmenu to- [Girl:] Jimmy, Jimmy I been callin you all muthaf**kin day. You on that Birdgame Dipset bullshit. You got me real muthaf**kin mad. I went to the bathroom to rinse my muthaf**kin mouth out
after suckin your muthaf**kin dick and I find that you leave me a hundred dollars. Whats up wit that bullshit you coulda least left me a muthaf**kin?. I ain't gettin shit out this muthaf**kin relationship but a muthaf**kin dipset tattoo What the f**k is up with that? I ain't f**kin with you no more. But when you get this message call me. Dipset bitch.
They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till the morn Breezin' from the telly puffin marijuana White T and my pelly thuggin' like la Fonz Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones
We got them gold diggers, cold bitches That wanna party off patron liquor, car hoppers the hard stoppers Catch 'em at the party call 'em bar hoppers We live up in the sky you call 'em star watchers
They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars And executives rap stars with black cars So we could swipe it charge it to the game Trips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lane
She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She love the dick suck it till it cum She say I'm the best fuck of her life She give a nigga the energy he need Whenever he feels nothin' is right
Now we in M.I. party till the noon Hammers in the ride Ferrari's go zoom All types of incidentals charges on my room From last night buggin', we mobbin' with the goons
We hit the town hard, fuckin' with the ladies Bottles of viva clique, puffin' on the hazy It's all deja vu seen it all before Got her in my drop heater on the floor
So I sped off from the spot, gettin' heady rock Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop And when I woke all I seen was a note Nigga follow the trail and meet me in A T L
She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She love the dick suck it till it cum She say I'm the best fuck of her life She give a nigga the energy he need Whenever he feels nothin' is right
Now we pull up in the a shoppin' in Lenox mall Gotta get fly squad ready to ball We thinkin' 112 or maybe even visions Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin'
Then she told me magic city fat asses and they pretty They got me blowin' thousands throwin' stacks by the fifty Got some bitches out of strokers gotta get focus I'm tryin' to play my cards like a game of strip poker
Flight up in the mornin' gotta get up on her When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance And all the time M.O.B. on my mind The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y.
She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't nothin' like the love of my life
She love the dick suck it till it cum She say I'm the best fuck of her life She give a nigga the energy he need Whenever he feels nothin' is right
Jim Jones: This is 9 Trey News I'm Jimmy Jones here wit' your weather We apologize for the drought all week But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend We finna make it rain on you muthaf**kas Ya heard me
Hook Stack Bundles: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that Kenny I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) (Repeat)
Verse 1 Jim Jones: I'm Rick James "I'm rich bitch" is what I tell her Just left the bank, I took 50 from the teller I finna make it rain, so get you an umbrella We also make it snow, we cocaine gram sellers Ballin', gettin' high, dollars fallin' from the sky Big reefer cloud, got a stormin' inside Pourin' outside, I'm usually flooring when I drive That a buck 60 feels like you soaring in the sky Blowing money on the liquor (twisted) We at the strip joint blowing money on the bitches We standing on the bar throwing money like a pitcher But nigga, I ain't slippin', got a fully-loaded trigger And that can cause a heatwave I mean, you diggin' you a deep grave Niggaz Trump yo' ass, have you missin' you for three days Cam said that this nigga's a sucka And that means that this nigga's a sucka You heard that, I'm the
Hook Jim Jones: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Ballin') Weatherman with that paper I bought a Range on 'em (Capo) 20 grand worth of money I baught champaigne I make it rain on 'em Just let it rain on 'em (Repeat)
Verse 2 Lil' Wayne: Weezy-F**kin'-Baby Got 'em a leash Young Money, Dipset, you better believe That gun got me walkin' like I got irregular knees I be all over the bread like sesame seeds Automatic with the money like Reggie for 3 Haha, big birds, no Sesame Street Bitch, I'm too clean, they ain't messing with me I'm just tryna see me decimals peak These niggaz just lighter than some vegetable meat
These niggaz just sweet like a ta-he-she treat Okay, they say I'm fulla hot air, then I release the heat Split a nigga from his teeth to feet Know what I'm talkin' 'bout (yeah) Yadadamean like Keak Da Sneak I go dollar for dollar, week for week Yeah, and Birdman said you niggaz is bitches (yeah) So that mean you niggaz is bitches And me, I'm the
Hook Lil' Wayne: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em Still ballin' after the hurricane I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Hook: Stack Bundles: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that Kenny I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yessir)
Verse 3 Stack Bundles: Look, nothin' changed I'm shot-callin' like I'm supposed to be Ballin' like a supposed to B I spoil her like she supposed to be Find something bad, bag her like groceries Lifestyle like Six Flags, I'm rollercoasterly Pockets fulla Kenny's, these niggaz ain't gettin' money like I was I make it rain on 'em They throwing scattered showers Wet, I'm the muthaf**kin' weatherman Tornado money, can't fit it in the rubberband Check the news, it's gon' be a cloudy forecast And when I move, a couple goons in that R-Class She want a dopeboy nigga that do numbers her Smile like lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeah) I shows out and the hoes all love it And when it stops drizzling the floor's all flooded (Yessir) And one night, blew bezel and charm money F**k it, it's nothin', I'm still spending Desert Storm money Yeah
Hook Stack Bundles: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that Kenny I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) (Repeat)
Now don't push me away 'cause 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 of the game
You've seen the spotlight watch niggas fallin' to the fame And all the time you tried to tell me to stay hungry and maintain When I was like let's go half on a baby And if not then lets go half on a 'cedes
Drop top coup while we pumpin' sweet sadie Flyin' up Lennox, doin' us, pushin' 80 The road trips, the late nights got you pissed The road trips, the late nights got us rich
The clothes that we wear, the place that we piss Run and get shot, we ain't what we sit So if I don't get a chance to tell you Now too often lately girl how your hand so helpful
In this cold world girl every man needs help too So baby, I'ma ride and no plans to fail you
Please, baby, don't push me away I want you Please, baby don't push me away I need you
I had enough of the shucking and jiving, duckin' and hidin' I'm tryin' to get to conversation and ridin' 'Cause I'm feelin' your essence your presence Is just enough to let me know that it's destined
And since the day that I found you, there's something about you That makes me want to lose it and pounce ya But it's not just your body, it's your mind Your spirit, everything combined
And while I got a chance, take my hand And let me show you something real, that love you can feel
Please, baby, don't push me away I want you Please, baby don't push me away I need you
Uh, now two years done passed, few cheers, few laughs Coppin' Vs, shoppin' sprees gears in the bags And who cares who's near 'cause most of the bitches Would just say you was there for the cash
And I ain't scared of your past, I prepare for the future The one thing I ask is just don't tear a nigga coup up You brang the bail when I was caged up And back and forth the court to the lawyer now we case shut
You found the numbers in my phone, you was my face but You know what they say the break ups to make ups And I admit I'm getting better with the flirtin' You know you dead sexy when you yellin' and you cursin'
You such a hell of a person So when I get home I'm gonnna tell you in person Face to face, I'ma run base to base And then I'ma slide home safe till I make yo body shake
You tell me every night that life comes with a twist That I'm in the spotlight and I'm runnin' the risk Hey, you always say love don't come with a kiss It's hard soakin' up game when it's comin' from a bitch
But where's my manners, never take you for granted? Never take you advantage, most people don't understand it Is you happy? Look inside humor When you and I together what the fuck they gonna do wit us?
Say ya prayer 'cause we destined for glory And when the credits roll it's Harlem's West Side Story
My vision of the lovin' is close That's how I want us to be when we doin' our thing Kissin' ya, lickin' ya, touchin' ya, rubbin' ya Tell me how you want me to bring it?
Because I know he got limits But baby I don't, and my feelin's they won't Let you get away from me, come stay with me Baby, baby, please, baby, don't push me away
When the sunshine turn to rain Baby, I can take away your pain Just call me up when you need some time I'll take you out, break you off like daddy come on
You don't have to settle for less And baby, I can give you what you want Just call me up when you need some time And you can get it from me just like daddy come on
<i>[Jim Jones]</i> You're reign on the top, short like Leprechauns I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms I came from the block, the slums wit ex-con's And we aimin' them glocks of course ready to bomb Now I done seen a Custy' cop four pies of the same gear Also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year This concrete jungle, no trees to swing from This weed and gettin drunk and heaters gettin dumped Hit the highway nigga ki's up in the trunk Back up in the city with some skeezas in the trunk I aint a player but I do my dirt dog Drop top 'Cedes better move when it merk off It got me swingin to the left lane Plus a nigga caughin 'cause the haze give me chest pain Yes motha fucka the boys is back With my vest and I'm tucked up with my boys in back
<i>[Chorus: Jim Jones]</i> You dont want it with them niggaz While you niggaz steady bitching my niggaz gettin' richer You mad 'cause we ballin' Bet you mad 'cause we scorin If he get out of line put his punk ass in a coffin Nigga we a ragime, Byrdgang we the truth Keep a foriegn sedan or swirvin' in the coupe Oakwood in the interior, swade on the roof Now shoot, {Bang, Bang} shoot {Bang, Bang}
<i>[Hell Rell]</i> Aw man Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit agiain Same black hoody{Yup}, same fo' fifth again Bithes stopped likin' me but now they on my dick again Seen me in the Ashton with my glistinin' Yea I'm bustin off the chrome Yea I'm 'bout to off your dome Kill the mother and the father, kids go to foster homes Yea I like to floss the chrome, nigga leave the boss alone See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' what it costs for homes Homie they dont call me ruger for nothing Back out on theese bitch niggaz get that ruger to dumpin' Dont run up on me nigga you know I stay with it G'd up from the beef and brock's to the Oakland A's fitted That's the bottom to the top, it's in the bottom of the pot I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you copin' or you not Nigga jets is pullin' off and you stuck in the current D.I.P., B.G., fuck what you heard
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<i>[Jim Jones]</i> We all strapped in the ride, I aint talkin' like the elderly Yac'ed when we drive like a rollin fuckin' felony Trapped to survive, get the bucks, sell them ki's It's hard to get by that's why we puff hell'a'weed But if this high dont come down I feal the world spinnin' like the sky gon' come down I need air top of the ride gon' come down And i swear I stay fly when I jump out Jewled up in ice like what that dude like Spider four thirty with the blue'ish lights Got the coupe bright, still shoot dice For my niggaz on the east side this is true life
<i>[Chorus 2X: Max B & Jim]</i> 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 FORGET ABOUT MEEEE.... I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW
<i>[Verse One]</i> Now due to me (JONES!) Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!) Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!) What influenced me (let em know)....it was the jewelry Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!) The 80's...big thick rope chains life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA) ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)..... more like a hustler (yep) all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right) Jealousy, envy....gotta watch, they'll spray you up But it was something bout the gun play.... rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!) And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs
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<i>[Verse Two]</i> Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!).... get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke) I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!).... know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!) You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon) And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up! ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!) "I'm in love with a stripper", alcohol on ya brain Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT) When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!) Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN) "Sai Pa Say", on the block in Little Haiti Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?) 2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers And all these O. T trips got me tired drive the wheels til they fall off and I just bought some new tires
(What you learn in jail you can't learn in the street that's learnin patients I just finished doin 10 years up north. I just came home from doin 10 years. I done did 10 years staight I went in 16 came home 26. I Gave the system about 15 years of my life. I gave these crackers man 17 years of my life man The prison system gave me 15 to life and I gave'em back 10.)
God forgive me for my worldly ways Hit the street at a early age tryn to come up off the pearly yay The late nights to the early days all a nigga knew is street life Young G's beneth the street lights try not to catch street strikes You better run you see police lights these nights (Squala) I'm hated by few loved by many Getttin faded with the crew gettin buzzed off henny Now the liquer got my mind runnin They say we ballin but the times runnin so I'm tryin to beat the shot clock Winter time heated seats on the drop top Dinner time we gone eat when the block hot Shit well who gone stop us A grew of mobsters and we lueger poppers Till we subdued by coppers Loyalty is everything so all my niggas know they can call on me for anything
(I served 10 years straight up um in them 10 years I lost everything I loved my pops my moms Can you just imagine goin to jail in 1989 and them tellin you your release date is on febuary 2004 that Shit is crazy I gave the prison system a decade 10 years of my life)
I can't call it cause I might spoil it I'm two sips from being alcoholic In my hood that the nights chourus and this toast goes to lifes losses and all my soilders livin life lawless Not worried what it might cost us And fuck the price brought us vvs on white flawless ain't nothin fresher than my white forces more than white forces they on our back like christ crosses I'm extra large due to success try to nail me for a weapon charge due to my rep try tell me take a plea bargin fuck it so I tell'em take that plea bargin shove it and Fuck the chip it's like the worlds on my shoulders we cop bricks and mix the girl with the soda sit it the pot let twirl with the water if you got a weak stomach you might hurl from the odor
(We were just bad to the bone we were gangsta so we never did get a chance to prove to anybody how much good we had inside of us all they heard about was how drive bys and how many guns and how much dope we had so they never gave us the chance to figure out what was good about us)
<i>[Chorus:]</i> You ani't got tell me about ccomin from nothin cause I know were livin in the fast lane my nigga sometimes it gets slow yeah heard that we be hustlen tryin to make it but steady strugglin, but you ain't gotta tell me about comin from nothin cause I know.
There's a war goin on outside no man is safe Watch the snitches cause they close by And tell my niggas keep there hopes high I got vision goin multi My eye sight is like 20/20 and hine sights like 20/20 And limelight is every bit of envy Watch the snakes cause they gettin friendly Watch the jakes cause they tryin to end me
We back We still on the streets Rap game is now the crack game Watch out for them rap police
The rap police is on my ass, searchin' for the rest I'm stepping on the gas while I'm serving through the traffic Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass Money on my mind, got me thinking 'bout the cash
'Cause I heard the plottin' one, you gotta have your paper right They knocking at the door, I'm hoping they don't weigh tonight We moves pies trying to get the treasures Plus rides getting high till the FBI come and get us
And we hit them clubs in the city Now I got the thugs and all the drug dealers with me It's virgin on the bottles hope the groupies follow I'm tryin' to slide baby beeze [Incomprehensible]
The life styles of the thugs, young rich and famous Give a fuck about the judge, we runnin' from [Incomprehensible] Speeding through life at a fast pace So I pray to god tonight and I'm hoping I don't catch a case
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea 'Cause I like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking DT's in the Z3 or the GT this is PG
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea 'Cause I like to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights Ducking DT's in the Z3 or the GT this is PG
Now I ain't sleep about a week but 7 8 theory I'm gunning in the streets everyday is getting scary And any minute meet the queens with the reefer But we gotta stay alive getting faded of the reefer
Like an ol' chaser, shits gettin' major I'm fucking with the guns gotcha ya nigga all chased up It'd for the thrill so we do it for the love of it Like oh what a feeling motherfucker when we thuggin' it
Go for Mob, true to stay free Free to cop a ride, hundred thousand on the V Wallin' in the whip, let's talk politics They say niggas from New York is saw by the flip
I got gas in the range, cash on the chain And I'm flying up lennox fast in the lane They say it's all up in the streets I'm trying to make a million while I'm dodging from police
Motherfucker [Incomprehensible] Trying ride the wave in a deep sea 'Cause I like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking DT's in the Z3 or the GT this is PG
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea 'Cause I like to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights Ducking DT's in the Z3 or the GT this is PG
Pay attention while I mention that the bird gang is on the move While you talking here we walking like the way you want to do We dem rock stars, keep dem hot cars and a hot one for you ladies Just griding for all the paper we can get up out this game
Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle And yet, there's more to life than misery We have to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto) Yeah this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones (Lord knows, I was on the run confused) DipSet forever (shit) We're talking about a concrete jungle (yeah it sure is a jungle) Life or Death, you have to choose life (I done seen it all, at least I think I seen it all)
<i>[Verse 1]</i> I'm with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes (no swinging from vines) Diesel by the bundles, and the hard grams of 'caine (we on our grind) D's when they come through; it's hard to get some change Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame (slow down nigga) Yeah I see the traffic, but we dipping on the shoulder (break laws) Winter start to set in, it's only getting colder (dress warm) And I miss you all my political soldiers Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups Damn I know we caught up in the fast life Some life a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipe (we pookie out here) Me, I'm still caught up from last night Same clothes from the club, on the block getting cash right (I'm on my G though) Damn, you know this world full of misery (pray for me) Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor B (gettin twisted) Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry (fuck a bitch) That's why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers B
<i>[Chorus]</i> Ain't nothing sweet living in this ghetto (ain't nothing sweet about it) Been there, done that, running in the streets (running wild) Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride I'm trying to make the most of my hustler (I gotta hustle) Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams (live out my dreams) Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
<i>[Verse 2]</i> For the coke I would sleep hard But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I'm a full-fledged retard Was the city block overseer Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria How many pies I done flipped? I lost count How many guys I done gave shit? I lost count Holding, but I can't ignore cheating Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting They discussing who'll stretch you for your trees For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason That's how it is when you make a man That's why your man's gotta learn to make himself Then you shake his hand Man, I'm into catching heavy clams And when Dezzy cans when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands Ain't gonna be right for your picking jet This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette
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<i>[Verse 3]</i> I let my temper hit the floor I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls I'm fond of the juices that marinate they drawers My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four, cause If you take us out, the streets will evolve Some niggaz they live to eat, some niggaz eat to survive And my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energy Niggaz that I thought was friends, really the enemy Dear Lord please grant me the serenity To accept the things that I cannot change Locked up for eight years and ain't join no gangs Been converted to true nigga, I'm as real as they come And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun Put my dick up in the streets, but I'm married to the slums Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum I'm having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums
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Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices (oh yeah) The jungle is full of everything It's the mother and the father of creation (ain't nothing sweet about it) But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself Do something for yourself, make something of yourself That's what time it is (don't let go) Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life (all my young soldiers) Yeah, concrete jungle I can feel it, I can smell it (sometimes it gets hard) Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power (don't let 'em pull your car over) Now and forever more Making life the way it should be
Ain't nothing sweet about it Make me want to scream and shout it But I know I got to hold on, and just roll on