It's uhh, what is this? DipSet What is this? Byrd game What is this? That certified G, let's get back to business Say what, say what, say what? You
It's uhhh what is this DipSet what is this byrd game what is this that certified G lets get back to business say what say what say what you heard me say
you lames O.D. Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me [Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones] Some of them be talkin but snitch is what we call 'em
and Kimora even Jordan and Wanita And to top it off Brad left Jen for Angelina! What the hell is going on in this World?! This just can't be! If Will
be me Look how diddy dance I can't do that And I don't wear my clothes Like Jim Jones You know that I can only be me I'm a be me I can't be what I'm not
Hahaha Yo Its Dat Left Field..Thinkin Out The Box Never Thought Would Happen..Never Thought We Could Do Jim Jones... Pitbull [Chorus:] Hey You Girl
What you tryin' to do when you can't fade the true one Eruption type volcanics I got the vocal spurtmatic Suction cup hands upside the slammin' daily planet I do windows (on school days) spill Jim
'all ain't listening Them ol' dirt roads is what y'all missing Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling
the car foreign Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll
cook shrimp better than ma I had a gal ain't know what b*** or n*** After this I'ma drop ahead of my time The two thangs that I love is my bread and
stamina they said man you looking like pac na not alive man im looking like jones (capo) besides i put money on your skull and bones and keep it low watch what
eyes unless my head is bent) Dipset.. REMIX!!!! [Chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (BALLIN!!!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies) We stay fly, no lie, you know this
a birds sight no lie why should i im fly high like jim jones song we ballin when i was born to skip college straight running this game no shame you lame
On some arsenal shit Jim Jones is the capo of this You up next my nigga just let those cartridges spit (BDDDDAAT BDDDDAAT BDDDDAAT BDDDDAAT BDDDDAAT) Yea nigga you know whats
Yo, it's dat left field thinkin' out the box Never thought it would happen Never thought we could do it Hey you girl, you turning me on (Jim Jones, Pitbull
boyz, go down like that What up Jones? Dipset, nigga Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is pearl My best friend is a pimp an' his bottom bitch is
wanted to have a good time Now I got a hoe on my line, buggin! Slow down [Chorus] [Jim Jones - over Chorus] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes [Chorus] [Jim Jones