Jim Jones: J.i.m.m.y.

Capo, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet)Eastside (code red) say what, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet)DipSet, Byrd Gang[Hook]Catch that boy CapoCruising up 8th with the top low, and the cops low, (Squalie)I'm a DipSet bossYou don't wanna get clapped get caught up in the cross, (dip low)And I'm caught up in the flossChain 500 thou' cause I'm brought up in the gloss, (Balling)And I'm caught up in the crossI'm a winner I ain't tryin to get caught up with a loss, (No way)[Verse 1]Now when the hell would it stop (never)I keep evading the law getting tailed by the cops (Fuck 'em)I keep breakin the law got a bail on spotYou can't cool me off, tried to tell you I'm hot, (sizzlin')Goin hard for 16Livin that fast life like I'm made for the big screen, (Lights, Camera, Action)And y'all know how I get in the clubA nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth in the clubI try to two step, 4-fifth can't budgeSo I'm posted in the back while I'm twistin up bud (Haze)Got some hoes in the back and they sippin on sudsBlowin smoke on the dough, poppin Cris' with the thugsShit, I'm a boss I saidA DipSet gangsta I don't cross my legs, (what else)G's up eastside code red (DipSet)Beef what, we ride low pay[Hook][Verse 2]What they gonna do with the Capo, (nothing)Got a hard body clique that'll shoot for the Capo, (that's right)When they drive by the strip they saluting the Capo, (Eastside)Keep one fly bitch up in the coupe with the Capo, (You know)Now a days all it pays to come jukin them macho's, (say what)The other half must think I'm suite cause I gato, (Fuck 'em)Or maybe its because I keep pants off my ass, (kiss my ass)I am my own boss, I only answer for cash, (you hear that)I only fear the law, so fuck a man with a badge, (Fuck bullies)And I'm tryin to duck the law dogs I'm getting indictedThey done showed me the money shit the kid got excitedSo if the kid get an inch well I'm takin a yardAnd if the kid do get bitch well I'm takin a yard(that's right the life nigga) That's till the day that I'm chargedWe be leavin out the club my crew racin the carsWho's at your favorite broad[Hook][Verse 3]I done ran through most clubs that they have in my city (what else)Dancing in the spot with my hammer getting pissyOne hand up on the bitch other hand on my blizzy, (gangsta)I kicked my G mac tryin to slip her a mickieLord help the boy they tryin get me (what else)Always pull me over they be dyin to frisk me (fuck 'em)Car smell like weed and I be reakin of liquor, (always)Told me I was free but they see I'm the nigga, (just mad at me)I gotta leave 'em one biggerI said I'm from a hood where police getting hit upGet up, lets not make it a issueBut if a nigga piss me off I'm goin straight to the pistol, (that's for sho')Then we could make it officialNext time you see ya mom, won't be awake when she kiss you, (My baby)I'm just tryin to get some paperAnd avoid all the haters[Hook]