Jim Jones: Pour wax

You're reign on the top, short like LeprechaunsI came through in drops, Porches and heavy charmsI came from the block, the slums wit ex-con'sAnd we aimin' them glocks of course ready to bombNow I done seen a Custy' cop four pies of the same gearAlso seen a nigga cop four rides in the same yearThis concrete jungle, no trees to swing fromThis weed and gettin drunk and heaters gettin dumpedHit the highway nigga ki's up in the trunkBack up in the city with some skeezas in the trunkI aint a player but I do my dirt dogDrop top 'Cedes better move when it merk offIt got me swingin to the left lanePlus a nigga caughin 'cause the haze give me chest painYes motha fucka the boys is backWith my vest and I'm tucked up with my boys in back[Chorus: Jim Jones]You dont want it with them niggazWhile you niggaz steady bitching my niggaz gettin' richerYou mad 'cause we ballin'Bet you mad 'cause we scorinIf he get out of line put his punk ass in a coffinNigga we a ragime, Byrdgang we the truthKeep a foriegn sedan or swirvin' in the coupeOakwood in the interior, swade on the roofNow shoot, {Bang, Bang} shoot {Bang, Bang}[Hell Rell]Aw man Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit agiainSame black hoody{Yup}, same fo' fifth againBithes stopped likin' me but now they on my dick againSeen me in the Ashton with my glistinin'Yea I'm bustin off the chromeYea I'm 'bout to off your domeKill the mother and the father, kids go to foster homesYea I like to floss the chrome, nigga leave the boss aloneSee my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' what it costs for homesHomie they dont call me ruger for nothingBack out on theese bitch niggaz get that ruger to dumpin'Dont run up on me nigga you know I stay with itG'd up from the beef and brock's to the Oakland A's fittedThat's the bottom to the top, it's in the bottom of the potI got it white, I got it tan, it's either you copin' or you notNigga jets is pullin' off and you stuck in the currentD.I.P., B.G., fuck what you heard[Chorus][Jim Jones]We all strapped in the ride, I aint talkin' like the elderlyYac'ed when we drive like a rollin fuckin' felonyTrapped to survive, get the bucks, sell them ki'sIt's hard to get by that's why we puff hell'a'weedBut if this high dont come downI feal the world spinnin' like the sky gon' come downI need air top of the ride gon' come downAnd i swear I stay fly when I jump outJewled up in ice like what that dude likeSpider four thirty with the blue'ish lightsGot the coupe bright, still shoot diceFor my niggaz on the east side this is true life[Chorus]