Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pin The Tail, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 06.11.2006
Song language: English
Pin The Tail |
| Byrd Gang club banger |
| Tryna holla at ya shorty |
| One focus, one focus only |
| I’m tryna hit that thang! |
| Let’s go |
| 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! |
| 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!) |
| Cases of Perrier, 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 |
| 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! |