paroles de chanson J.i.m.m.y. - Jim Jones
[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
Dipset
(Jimmy,
Jimmy
jones)
Byrd
gang.
. .
[Chorus]
Catch
that
boy
capo
(uh),
cruisin
up
8th
wit
the
top
Blowin
and
caps
low
(roll
out!)
I'm
a
Dipset
boss,
you
don't
wanna
get
clapped,
Get
caught
up
in
the
cross
(tch
no)
And
I'm
caught
in
the
floss,
Chain
500
hundred
thou
cause
i'm
caught
up
in
the
gloss
(ballin!)
And
im
caught
up
in
the
cause,
I'm
a
winner
i
aint
tryin
to
get
caught
up
wit
a
loss
(no
way)
Now,
when
the
hell
will
it
stop
(never)
I
keep
evadin
the
law,
gettin
tailed
by
the
cops
(fuck
em)
I
keep
breakin
the
law,
got
a
bail
on
spot
(fuck
em)
And
you
can't
cool
me
off,
try
to
tell
you
i'm
hot
(sizzlin!)
Goin
hard
since
16,
livin
that
fast
life
like
i
majored
The
big
screen
(nice
he
can
rap)
Y'all
kno
how
i
get
in
the
club,
Them
nigga
knew
them
bouncas
fo'
i
flip
in
the
club
(and
then
what?)
Im
tryin
to
2 step
fo'
i
flip
Cam
bud,
So
i'm
posted
in
the
back
while
im
twistin
up
bud
(hey)
Got
some
hoes
in
the
back,
And
they
sippin
on
suds,
blowin
smoke
on
the
dough,
Poppin
crys'
wit
tha
thugs,
shit...(now
come
over
here...)
Ima
boss
i
said,
a
dipset
gangsta
i
dont
cross
my
legs
(what
else?)
G's
up,
eastside,
code
red
Be
frontin,
we
probly
blow
lead
[Chorus]
What
they
gon
do
wit
tha
capo
(nothin!)
Got
a
hardbody
clique,
gotta
that'll
shoot
for
the
capo
(thas
right!)
When
i
drive
by
the
strip,
they
salutin
the
capo
(eastside)
Keep
1 fly
bitch
up
in
the
coup
wit
tha
capo
(you
know!)
Nowadays
all
the
babes
think
im
cute
and
im
macho
(say
what?)
My
otha
half
must
think
im
souped
cuz
i
gato
(fuck
em!)
Or
maybe
its
because
i
keep
my
pants
off
my
ass
(kiss)
I
am
my
own
boss
i
only
hear
is
the
cash
(ya
hear
that?)
I
only
fear
the
law
so
fuck
a
man
wit
a
badge
(fuck
the
police!)
And
im
tryin
to
duck
the
law
dog
from
gettin
indicted
And
they
show
me
the
money
shit
the
kid
got
excited
So
if
the
kid
get
a
inch,
well
im
takin
a
yard
And
if
the
kid
do
ya
bitch,
well
im
takin
ya
yard
(Thats
right,
for
life
nigga)
Thats
to
the
day
that
im
charged,
we
be
leavin
out
the
club
My
crew
racin
the
cars.
. .who
got
ya
neighborhood
paused
[Chorus]
I
done
ran
through
most
clubs
that
they
had
in
my
city
(what
else?)
While
dancin
in
the
spot,
while
my
hamma
gettin
pissy
(click
clack)
One
hand
up
on
the
bitch,
otha
hand
on
my
blicky
(thats
gangsta)
I
kick
my
G
mac,
try
and
slip
her
a
mickey
(this
niggas
sly
tonight!)
Lord
help
the
boy
that
try
and
get
me
(what
else?)
Always
pull
me
ova,
they
be
dyin
to
frisk
me
(fuck
em)
Car
smell
like
weed
and
ive
been
drinkin
the
liqour
(ALWAYS)
Told
me
i
was
speedin,
plus
he
see
im
a
nigga
(you
just
mad
at
meee)
It
got
him
even
more
bitter
(what
else?
) I
said
im
from
a
hood
where
police
get
hit
up
(get
up)
Lets
not
make
it
a
issue,
but
if
a
nigga
piss
me
off,
Im
goin
straight
to
the
pistol
(thats
fo
sho)
Shit,
but
we
can
make
it
official,
Next
time
you
see
yo
momma
be
awake
when
she
kiss
you
(my
baaaaby)
Im
just
tryin
to
get
some
paper
(hoo!),
ha,
aint
no
boy
or
a
nigga.
. .
![Jim Jones - Harlem: Diary of a Summer](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/7/v/e/t/4bh352tev7.jpg)
1 My Diary
2 Zeke Interlude
3 G's Up
4 J.i.m.m.y.
5 What Is This
6 Honey Dip
7 Ride Wit Me
8 Penitentiary Chances
9 We Just Ballin
10 What You Been Drankin On
11 Harlem
12 Confront Ya Babe
13 Summer With Miami
14 I'm In Love With A Thug
15 Tupac Joint
16 Baby Girl
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