shit Around my way [Chorus] [Outro: Jim Jones overlaping chorus towards the middle] Yeah, this one goes to my way All my G's, all my soldiers 'Round my way
翻訳: ジョーンズ、ジム. マイウェイ周辺.
Lyrics to Certified Gangsta : [Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)] (R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in that
Around My Face Lookin Rockstarish Party Like A Rock Party Like A Rockstar...remix Baby [x4] T-T-T-Totally Dude [Jim Jones:] Who Started This Ya Boy Jim
my homeboy Ed That third coast custom paint job got me lookin ready The Swishahouse around my neck Johnny dang on my wrist Trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my
be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal The first and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people [Chorus] [Jim Jones - talking] Dip set nigga, Jim Jones
Let's start the year off right man (that birthday shit) Dip-Set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa Enuff let's do it Killa Uh, Up and now murja it
like that that, stay and two in the track track We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy Jim Jones
I stay awake like an owl, muthafucka, HOO! Hoes around the way smokin indo too My cocaine raps they can?t get enough Mr. Jim Jones I?m a diamond in the
my Dips, with my Dips Fuckin' wit my Dips Wit my Dips, gettin' chips Fuckin' wit my Dips My Dips, buyin' whips Jus' fuckin' wit my Dips, my Dips Yeah
[Jim Jones] I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man In them pissy staircases, we just sittin
area You couldn't touch my style with hands across america I slaughter, spit in your water like kidd homes Leave you need orthoscopic surgury like quincey jones
GETTING THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH..... CAUSE WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING! [Stack] If trap is the way out then y'all niggaz stuck there (for' real) Coffee shops the only way
my sponser Have _ rob ya for your diamonds and pearls While im in the next room havin my way with your girl I swear _, any mc up in here My niggas
to help niggaz, some niggaz I couldn't That's my mom in me, I love niggaz I shouldn't Dudes wanna shoot 'em 'til he nailed Some wanna threaten me, ruin my
drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Verse 2: Jim Jones] You know I keep my
