Käännös: Jim. Dawg.
Sitting on my porch sippin' on Jim Beam Read the newspaper man, guess what I seen Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream And then I woke up, this
. DRIP. DRIP fo me Mami, and if you get it right, get a tip from me Mami....IT'S L.O, BIG SNOOP DAWG ENIGMATIC OVA HERE, WHAT IT DO, DAWG? EY! SHAWTTTYYY
the roof popped up Every tooth rocked up N***a swangin' with the glock 9 60 duece cocked up bangin' at the stop sign Mamma passed now my n***a Hawk dawg
thangs Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin' to Hell Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail I got junkyard dawgs
, I'm talkin' to you as a man How the fuck is you flossin' a Benz? Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em Jim Jones dissin' Jay This rap shit
matter long as you throw sum throw some D's on it Mouth cost more then your house, house on ten acres In the inside so fly, *** call me Jim Baker From
The Twin Towers dawg we on top of the Eiffel like La piece a pizza eating a piece of pizza You can't be where I be dawg you need a Visa Come on chief
cause you missed your wifes birthday Lose friends but gain many acquaintances, fake as shit, and always up in ya face with it, but I ain't even see it Dawg
'm ready to kill you fools new year new plan new fucking rules i'm back on the grind and i'm all about business damage control say they run the music biz but dawg
Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster Or Not I Give A Fuck Dawg, Bullets Is Hot And Every Nigga Gon' Cry
[Lil Wayne] Sitting on my porch sippin? on Jim Beam read the newspaper man, guess what I seen shit bad enough to make a grown man scream and then I woke
(feat. Lil Jon, Diddy, Jim Jones, & Ying Yang Twins) [Pitbull: Talking] Hey Jim Jones, Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down Hey Lil Jon, U
fan No disrespect to music, I'm talkin to you as a man How the FUCK is you flossin a Benz? Listenin to this nigga Rick Ross dissin Em Jim Jones dissin
Own The Cleaners How I Wash That Paper And We In The Dealer Tryin Cop Our Flavors (Ballin') We At The Dealer Dawg So How You Feelin' Dawg (Yeah)
read my diary I'ma let you read my dairy [Jim Jones] Now lets ride (to where), to Harlem, the Westside I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some
(feat. 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
's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster Or Not I Give A Fuck Dawg, Bullets Is Hot And Every Nigga Gon' Cry
