Now how you gon' tell me, you don't love me no more? (How you gon' tell me that?) 'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hating on this paper chase
[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper
翻訳: ジョーンズ、ジム. 私はもう愛していない.
[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cuz I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper
money don't run out Holla if you down wit' Clover G's, roll, let me go I know that you'll take care of me, baby, please Don't blame me, it's not jealousy
mellow boy They call me Devil Boy, they call me Devil Boy And those who know me yes they know that I am well annoyed They call me Devil Boy, if you call me
represent me like the girls with bangoos Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit Beat you the way dick tangle Oh, what a web we weave,let me
champagne is rose cuz the color is more red my pockets like skin when i whip they swell up (money) those 26 inches fill the wheel well up (fresh) you can catch me
of me i said beware of me now they scared of me hu...i said come to my sunday service nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous the niggity nasty Jim Jones
10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still
sands And my feet never touch the ground Are there any Branch Davidians in the house? Here's Jim Jones as a pantomime horse That showbiz gets right up your nose One more
revolver The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Jim Jones
me 'MacGyver' Need a rehab, I'll call up Shania Bitch, hungry? Good, we gonna stall in papayas Take your recession special, yeah, you less then special Me an' Jim
doggin' top shotta In love with fame or the stardom Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see? You with me
drugs and the blood sets and I get love fuck this industry, I'm reppin every nigga in these streets so scream at me I been known braggin ..with Jim Jones
it if you sniff it I'm givin' out samples, go 'head try it, it's terrific The crack head love me, females wanna hug me, kiss me Buy the whole pack wit
million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still
