Album by Jim Jones
Number of Lyrics in Album : 17
By Jim Jones, Yeah, turn it up in your head phones Ya know like
By Jim Jones, Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle And yet there's more
By Jim Jones, Byrd gang we get money We won't stop, we destined to
By Jim Jones, Now don't push me away 'cause when the first time
By Jim Jones, Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab
By Jim Jones, Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than
By Jim Jones, (What you learn in jail you cant learn in the
By Jim Jones, They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till
By Jim Jones, I wear a mean pair of shades
By Jim Jones, We back We still on the streets Rap game is now the
By Jim Jones, Bird gang Club Banger Tryin' to holla at you shorty One focus,
By Jim Jones, Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and
By Jim Jones, I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit 20 30 grand
By Jim Jones, Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster Live life vulgar,
By Jim Jones, [Operator:] Please enter your password. beep beep beep beep beep [Operator:]
By Jim Jones, We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside,
By Jim Jones, This is 9 Tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with