Jim Jones Album

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(feat. Ryan Leslie)

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]

Shorty you precious… and you gon’ love how I put it down (yeah)
I see you watching… so let’s not mess around (no)
No hesitating… cause I got what you’re lookin for… (Oh yeah yeah)
And I got one word… one word to describe ya…
Ohh you’re precious.

[Rap: Jim Jones]

(Uh… Jones)
Whoa whoa shortyYou know you precious (Sexy)
Hands down a little more then impressive…(Such a diva)
You could afford to be selective…
If you’ve got a man he needa be over protective… (He betta watch out)
No game just telling you my perspective…(uh huh)
I would try to scoop you if I didn’t even direct…(Without a deal)
She’ll leave a nigga breathless now who you came with is who they say you done left with… (Jones)
You got a love her every the morning you got breakfast
And she don’t be goin through my phone like no detective (Babe)
Seeing me with you got them sicka than asbestos (Oh)
You aint gotta love it they gotta f*ckin respect it…(You betta do that)
If I were you I would get up on some neck shit
If I send the goons out somebody’s gonna make an exit (Bird game)
She come and get me if I get arrested…(Oww)
lil’ mama do the unexpected… (Uh huh)
Cause Shorty’s she’s a ridah… (Such a ridah)

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]

Shorty you precious… and you gon’ love how I put it down (yeah)
I see you watching… so let’s not mess around (no)
No hesitating… cause I got what you’re lookin for… (Oh yeah yeah)
And I got one word… one word to describe ya…
Ohh you’re precious.

[Rap: Jim Jones]

Every Obama needs a Michelle… (A first lady)
So little mama won’t you be my Michelle…(Uh)
Michelle my belle I want you on my team… can’t you tell… (Uh huh)
Wanna buy you pretty things like bags from Chanel…
Texting on the phone I got you laughin on your cell… (You like that?)
SMH LOL with a smiley face (Nasty) talking dirty got me hotter than a fireplace… (Go)
Whats the deal is you tryna get baked take you out the fridge and put your ass on broil… (Go)
Treat you like milk I’ll let your ass get spoiled… (And?)
Said you wanna ride I bought you brand new toys…(Take that take that)
So tell cupid that I seen my target pretty face and a body like a Greek goddess…(She’s a dime)
A diva closet like Neiman Marcus (C’mon) work on a new fashion before it hits the market…

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]

Shorty you precious… and you gon’ love how I put it down (yeah)
I see you watching… so let’s not mess around (no)
No hesitating… cause I got what you’re lookin for… (Oh yeah yeah)
And I got one word… one word to describe ya…
Ohh you’re precious.

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]

Shorty you precious… and you gon’ love how I put it down (yeah)
I see you watching… so let’s not mess around (no)
No hesitating… cause I got what you’re lookin for… (Oh yeah yeah)
And I got one word… one word to describe ya…
Ohh you’re precious.

You know, everybody expect a baller but I'm like
Why you worried about balling, 'cause I am balling
I'm just ready to blow the bank on you, girl

You know, we just splashing them this year
It's all about that splash life
I still live the fast life, I blow the bank though

I got at place in mind, for my move to LA
Or my mansion in NJ, we can party in the sky
Where you wanna go?
From Manhattan to my hood
Where my money's never good
We can spend it playa, tell me what you want

Trying to scoop something nice
(Fly, girl)
Trying to put you on the flight
I'm a jumper, we can do Aruba tonight
Or we can jump in the coupe and just shoot for the night

She was dancing in the club with her pumps in her hand
Trying to tell her that The Trump was the plan
Trying to get her out of the club
And have her jump in the Lamb
(Murcielago)

Konichiwa, we can jump to Japan
(You like sushi?)
Or we can just do the tropics

We need more problems cause the money ain't the object
Probably get mad cause the smokes in the cockpit
(So what?)
Chest cold as a froze up locket

I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash
I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash, let's go

In Atlanta, popped up like a toaster
(I'm burnt out)
Did Miami in the soft-top roadster
(drop top)

Rose champs, spilling drinks on the sofa
(Champaign don't stain)
Thank God for the chauffeur

Where to little lady?
She's my designated driver
Bad little B, like the destiny survivor
(She's a dime)

We can see the sun rise up
Speeding to the room in the V getting highed up
(Hit that, hit that)
Or we can jump through the block

Brand new whip, so you can jump through the top
Hop out like who got bank
Then we blow it all cause you know we gonna ball

I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash
I wanna blow the bank with you
Spending all that money, spending all that cash

This goes out to all my fly ladies, all across the world
You know I love you
And I'm sorry if I called you a bitch
Sincerely yours, Jones

Shawty's like the sexiest thing that I've ever seen
She is like a drug and you know Im'a fiend
When we sexin', shawty let me
Do the different freaky things to her

And I like the way she kiss me when we're all alone
And like when she miss me, she be callin' ma phone
Like where you been? Let's get it in
Scoop her up like, baby, let's roll

This is for my bitches
All around the world and they straight up sexy
All around the world ladies can you feel me?
That's the girls I like I put your hands up high, I, I, I

This is for my bitches
All around the world and they straight up sexy
All the girls around the world ladies can you feel me?
That's the girls I like I put your hands high, I, I, I
This is for my bitches

From New York, she was summer laid
(Like a star)
Pretty thang from around the way
(She was all)

Body like she was from the A
I like I like M.I.A
High drops that's the way we play
Top down major would a made ya day
Spending money like a Vegas day

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See this is the life that most people dreamed of but this what we live for
They wanna take this from us why
'Cause we young black rich and famous, I wouldn't trade it for the world
And there's no regrets in life, how that sound

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

Main dragon chin chillied up
Took the champagne glasses, please fill 'em up
Don't be scared that you spillin' it
And tell the truth is you feelin' it

That's the breeze from the gutta
We make cheese cop V'S and burn rubba
The latest coop V's got the ladies loopy
Indulged in the world so we spend the paper loosely

Life in the lime light, pretty, pretty bitches
My ice shine bright, break bread wit my niggaz
The feds takin' pictures, we call 'em paparazzi
I tell my possie vogue strike a pose
I hop up in the Rolls, blunt, I'm gonna smoke

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

I wanna tell my problems to the reverend
Prayin' to God is there Harlem up in heaven?
Gazin' at the stars Ferrari engine rarrin'
At the red light and Harlem was the settin'

I'm married to a gang but didn't come for the weddin'
It started with the dealin' and dreams of four wheelin'
Comin' up I ran a amuck in the streets
Chasin' the fast bucks, stomach touch gotta eat

Now we orderin' breakfast, I'm sittin' at the table
Stackin' up my pancakes the syrups on maple
I gotta watch my brothers 'cause Cain can turn Abel
Gotta watch the money 'cause the thing can turn tables

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

All I need in this world of sin is just me and the pearl twin turbo
Blowin' smoke through the pipes, gettin' ghost through the night
This is fast life livin', pick a coast if you like

The day we cell dope, the night is velvet rope
Party with the chicks from the club with hella smoke
Whips that we valet soon as we hit Cali
Call the more buckets, ask the waitress what's the tally

Swipin' all da cash, lightin' up the grass
Four Seasons stays, more reason for us to play
Doin' sunset the Porsche Caberlay
Or the red eye flights like the Jedi Knight in Star Wars

This is the life
When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows
This is the life
When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose

This is the life
When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?

Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?
Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?

Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?
Heaven for us
I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us?

And they shootin', I must be on top
(It's clear up here)
We coopin', we must be inta trouble
Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop
It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic

How I would get the cash, I become so iconable
Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel
I live the life that's filled with the jealousy
Doomed from the start, it's like we born with a felony

Where's the longevity, we in the place
Where best friends become enemies
And foul niggas got the tendency
You gotta watch what you wish for
I hope to God it's on a switchboard
When I'm tryin' to say a prayer

And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord
See it's just my position Lord
Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky
Make it rain so I know the doves cry

Lord, do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain
That must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne
And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was your first trip with me

We was goin' hard too many bottles up in free-vay
You was goin' crazy with my Haitian man t-sway
Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days
And I can't forget you b-day

We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye
And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigga face
And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet?
And it's a damn shame because niggas still upset

Like chita chala, God musta needed y'all
I think about the street dream, saw how we were born
But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers
That are dear friends of me

Lord do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best
I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress
I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most
I'm doin' way too much, I'm playin' death to close

I'm think 'bout the thought of goin' back to court
For the petty little games I really should avoid
But it's the calculator risk on how we make the chip
Realizin' if I slip, it's a bottomless pit

If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile?
Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile
I thank God that I'm alive to see a black president
We screamin' 'Yes, we can' but that won't change the deficit
That ain't really even the best of it
You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it

Lord do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute
With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate
Right in front of your eyes
Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine

Confidence booster all in her mind
And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime
(Come with me)
To the city where my committee chase titties and ass
(Are you ready? Come with me)
I'll show you where the check break fast and we bust heads fast

If a nigga not in single file
Run up on him single style
Let the thing break him down, you love my methods
Take a nigga off the earth if he on my shit list reckless

The key copper have to eat proper
Bitches lookin' for guidance, had to be proper
Tone Capone is the beat dropper
The jump off is jumpin' off proper and it's about to get hotter

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

I still rep Walnut street in deep East Oakland
The 100 block where you can your whole shit broken
Like Mystikal 'Still Smokin''
The life [unverified] and rent free

I never let nothin' live on my mind
I gotta grind
(Grind)
Shine and fight for my grandma
And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer

'Til I go bankrupt, steady drinkin' 'til I finish my cup
Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut
Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections
Chosen selections 'cause girl I ain't fuckin' without protection

I'm harder than erection
Teachers so you study your lessons
And advise for that viewer discretion
On a scale to 1 to 10, I get 11

Give a toast to the pussy like Devin
And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7
I've plottin' on a way to get rich
And keep bread out that cock

And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head
Shots of lead poppin', situation's crucial
And every nigga I'm wit is feelin' neutral
Fuck, takin' 10 paces and drawin' down

This ain't no Western movie
Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric, sat the window wit the doobie
I'm lookin' at booty, onion ass on the strip
You fine but baby girl where your whip, it's jumpin' off

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

While I'm outtie on the west, I got the best weed and the best hoes
I'm on the block at all times, dressed in the best clothes
My focus is money 'cause pussy come natural
I only fuck with those that can show me some collateral

I deal 'em all off top
I ain't a child molester or a killer, I don't need y'all props
Shit, if she wit me, she know what it is
We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib

If yo patna wanna roll, she can roll, I ain't gotta touch
I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes
And I could have my choice, enie meenie miney mo
Bust a nut, get the fuck, play it how it go

My main ho called and told me she made some money
I said, "Bitch you ain't never come gave it to me"
How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me
Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach
(Are you ready?)

(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off

And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
'Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)

(feat. Ron Browz, Juelz Santana)

[Intro: Ron Browz]
Ether boy!!!! Hey!!!!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

[Verse 1: Ron Browz]
We need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America
Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up
Know it's me when you see this fur in your area
And she call me all night cause you can get it up
On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up
Drinkin bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up
Only get one life so you gotta live it up
(HEY!!!) If you in the things I'm in
Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends
Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance

[Verse 2: Jim Jones (*Ron Browz)]
When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?)
Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60)
Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (AIYYO!!!)
Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop
that stop that!!!)
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Now we tryin to get up in the club
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Try to tell me no cause I'm rollin with the
thugs
(We got money bitch!!!) Until I flash a couple of dollars
(Yep!)
Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Y'all know the order
Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters (Right!!!)
Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else)
We standin on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby)
We was ballin hard it was just the ninth inning (Early)
He told shorty we could be friends (Yep)
And your friends could meet with my friends (What else)
And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday
We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way
SHIT!!! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe, we could do this like a duet
But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the
lights
This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Baby I wanna see you work (Go) See you dance (Go)
Without no shirt, without those pants
Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change
Spray it in the air make it champagne rain
Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool
Mami got a body see that damn thing move
It's no sex in the champagne room
Says who? Baby I'll break all rules
Bring it here and I'll break off you
She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through
When she with you she lyin but she fake it
When she with me she like it she never fake it

[Bridge: Ron Browz]
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

You couldn't understand how much the pain weight
So in the hood we love the rainy days
'Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming
We love the winter 'cause we know the summers coming

Remember I got locked the same night my son was coming
All I could do is pray that they don't take me away
And Lord knows I have the angel's on my side
They search the car, I had the hammer in my ride

A miracle on flat bush avenue
I still made it back to say push when she was having you
A newer version, a younger me
I want him to go to school and raise him up gun free

I swear some places I don't want him to be
And I swear some things I don't want him to see
But new booty, daddy loves you truly
So the nights you don't see me, you know daddy's on his duty

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

What's a poor man's pickle? Survive threw the poor
Pull a truck upfront and drive threw the store
Had to be a felon, hated being proper
Read the book of life and satin was the author

Still I was the colperate rather be in rikers
The bugger had my baby momma running threw them diapers
All for that shitting and all them pampers
Grandma layed up with all of that cancer

Lid paint flaking constantly chipping
Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping
I vow to my name a bad transmission
For getting in the game that's a bad transition

One flick, one night I'm ally ally outsin' free
For getting you a place with a G
A couple heavy shots I'ma newer man ready
Go and get paper the hustler with the confetti, I'm ready

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

I can truly understand
How life can drain all the passion from a man
With just one chance it can change his circumstance
And get that money, baby, get that money, babe
Let's get this money, baby, yeah

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain

(Feat. Noe & Brittney Taylor)

Dipset (owwww)
As we proceed
what have we here (take that take that)
itґs 0-9 muthafucka (one thing to do)
we get money muthafucka (yo)

I pulled off like na na na na na na
they would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer (try again)
They only got me cuz they caught it on a camera (owww)
they wanna ball but they ainґt got no stamina (they need it)
they said damn man you lookin like Pac
I said nah not alive man Iґm lookin like Jones (cappo)
besides I put money on your skull and bones
and keep it low watch what you say up on those fuckin phones
sssh be quiet
touchdown
and getcha ass hung the fuck up just like a bunch of clothes
hey ma we stretch work like you touch your toes
and in the middle of July we got that summer snow
I got em snowboarding in August
and I love a pretty bitch but the Porsche look gorgeous (you see it)
Harlem is one big ski slalom
I guess the Hill is like the Swiss Alps we bring them whips out

[Chorus]
we gettin money like nananananana
waitin at the flash throwin money at the cameras
twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
breeze past the cops screamin nananananana
we gettin money like nananananana
lookin at my ass know you wish he had a camera
we gettin money like nananananana
droptop at the light screamin life is good.

If thereґs money on my head I hope they got a reciept
cool your old ass off cuz itґs hot on these streets (be easy)
I got dogs and they not on a leash
so you hope you understand
do you copy? capesh? (comprende?)
At this point I donґt think they could take it
sharks in the water they wont make it to safety (he drown)
and even though that we been gettin cake
and now the money taste sweet like pastry they hate me (back at you)
now tell me how I look
would you rather live life like me or by the book? (you get it?)
sheesh we are what we are
make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER
heґs not gonna make it clear?
flatline
if itґs red apples fallin hit me on the bat line (Jones)
Iґm back for mine some more black flyinґ
the flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime
nana

[Chorus]

And what you do nigga?
I cop cars out the future
pocket so fat like Raspusha
I think Iґm gettin used to
lifestyle rich and conspicuous
chicks want to get with us (owww)
the feds takin flicks of us (say cheese)
they all know I put on for Harlem
tell rich Broadway I took it up another level (God bless ґem)
I took 80 blew it on a Beezle
bought the new Fiskar flew it through the ghetto (15th st)
the definition of opulence
the jewels drippin we droppin on top and poppin shit (splash)
who would think that this kid from the projects
get his neck so cold you would think heґs lethargic (Iґm froze up)
the wrist look like hypothermia set in (what)
pick a club night that the burner donґt get in (I canґt recall that)
we pop champagne until the club let out (and)
I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out

[Chorus]

Uhhhh
you know the rules nigga
fly high or get flew over
roll with us or get rolled over
ainґt nuthin change
just the decimal point muthafucka
you get the point?
money money money
donґt make dollars donґt make sense
fuck you nigga
suck a dick too
jones

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