(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
(feat. Jim Jones) [Pitbull: Talking] Hey Jim Jones, Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down Hey Lil Jon, U Know What We Tell These Boys When They
murderers and the killers and the thugsters That be fuckin' up the ballers and the dealers and the hustlers Got me comin' at you bogus in the V.I. While they bumpin' Lil' Jon
to back With a track, uh, that's just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam Only nineteen and my name ain't Wilbur But I pull more hoes then Long Jon
hook And I'm not very good with the women I'm a pretty sharp person and I'm average looking Last time I had sex was in 2003 And I'm ashamed to admit
Dip-set baby, Dip-Set Nigga it's Jim Jones Now everybody know me Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G'z We pop bottles and we all smoke weed And we
and why, see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool and all get all loud but that aint my style, and he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, run up on me
manual instructions Directions for corruptions, what's your function? Save the dumb shit for jim carrey, and the real love for mary I go on and on like
Train Without a Whistle Written by Jon Randall and Jim McBride You won?t ever see the danger When you?re laying in the arms Of that tall dark handsome
Oh, baby, we love you and you make me feel alright Make me feel alright, make Roby feel alright And you make Jon feel alright and you make Jim feel alright And
lethal Hottest shit to hit the streets since Nas did Ether Now we pick at your soul and let your conscience eat ya And take over, Crypt, Es, and Celph
Jim Jones [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Now everybody know me Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G'z We pop bottles and we all smoke weed And we'll burn this
Jim Lauderdale / John Leventhal From Jon Randall "What You Don't Know" RCA Records 1995 Mighty Nice Music / Laudersongs / Lev-A-Tunes (ASCAP) Jon Randall
Lil' Matt again Fuckin with Lil' Jon and Sean Paul again I saw you in the mall again Jim Jones, Roy Jones come with me again Fuckin with you niggaz made
crew and the dudes that run wit 'em [Hook] [Twista] Gotta spit for the murderers, and the killers, and the thugsters That be fuckin up the ballers, and
to back With a track, uh, thats just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam Only 19, and my name ain't Wilbur But I pull more hoes then Long Jon
