Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song J.i.m.m.y., artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 22.08.2005
Song language: English
J.i.m.m.y. |
| Catch that boy Capo |
| Cruising up 8th with the top low, and the cops low, (Squalie) |
| I’m a DipSet boss |
| You don’t wanna get clapped get caught up in the cross, (dip low) |
| And I’m caught up in the floss |
| Chain 500 thou' cause I’m brought up in the gloss, (Balling) |
| And I’m caught up in the cross |
| I’m a winner I ain’t tryin to get caught up with a loss, (No way) |
| Now when the hell would it stop (never) |
| I keep evading the law getting tailed by the cops (Fuck 'em) |
| I keep breakin the law got a bail on spot |
| You can’t cool me off, tried to tell you I’m hot, (sizzlin') |
| Goin hard for 16 |
| Livin that fast life like I’m made for the big screen, (Lights, Camera, Action) |
| And y’all know how I get in the club |
| A nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth in the club |
| I try to two step, 4-fifth can’t budge |
| So I’m posted in the back while I’m twistin up bud (Haze) |
| Got some hoes in the back and they sippin on suds |
| Blowin smoke on the dough, poppin Cris' with the thugs |
| Shit, I’m a boss I said |
| A DipSet gangsta I don’t cross my legs, (what else) |
| G’s up eastside code red (DipSet) |
| Beef what, we ride low pay |
| What they gonna do with the Capo, (nothing) |
| Got a hard body clique that’ll shoot for the Capo, (that's right) |
| When they drive by the strip they saluting the Capo, (Eastside) |
| Keep one fly bitch up in the coupe with the Capo, (You know) |
| Now a days all it pays to come jukin them macho’s, (say what) |
| The other half must think I’m suite cause I gato, (Fuck 'em) |
| Or maybe its because I keep pants off my ass, (kiss my ass) |
| I am my own boss, I only answer for cash, (you hear that) |
| I only fear the law, so fuck a man with a badge, (Fuck bullies) |
| And I’m tryin to duck the law dogs I’m getting indicted |
| They done showed me the money shit the kid got excited |
| So if the kid get an inch well I’m takin a yard |
| And if the kid do get bitch well I’m takin a yard |
| (that's right the life nigga) That’s till the day that I’m charged |
| We be leavin out the club my crew racin the cars |
| Who’s at your favorite broad |
| I done ran through most clubs that they have in my city (what else) |
| Dancing in the spot with my hammer getting pissy |
| One hand up on the bitch other hand on my blizzy, (gangsta) |
| I kicked my G mac tryin to slip her a mickie |
| Lord help the boy they tryin get me (what else) |
| Always pull me over they be dyin to frisk me (fuck 'em) |
| Car smell like weed and I be reakin of liquor, (always) |
| Told me I was free but they see I’m the nigga, (just mad at me) |
| I gotta leave 'em one bigger |
| I said I’m from a hood where police getting hit up |
| Get up, lets not make it a issue |
| But if a nigga piss me off I’m goin straight to the pistol, (that's for sho') |
| Then we could make it official |
| Next time you see ya mom, won’t be awake when she kiss you, (My baby) |
| I’m just tryin to get some paper |
| And avoid all the haters |