Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Forget About Me , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Don't Forget About Me |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |