It's uhh, what is this? DipSet What is this? Byrd game What is this? That certified G, let's get back to business Say what, say what, say what? You
It's uhhh what is this DipSet what is this byrd game what is this that certified G lets get back to business say what say what say what you heard me say
'all ain't listening Them ol' dirt roads is what y'all missing Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling
the car foreign Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my peeps on And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan Where my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll
cook shrimp better than ma I had a gal ain't know what b*** or n*** After this I'ma drop ahead of my time The two thangs that I love is my bread and
stamina they said man you looking like pac na not alive man im looking like jones (capo) besides i put money on your skull and bones and keep it low watch what
eyes unless my head is bent) Dipset.. REMIX!!!! [Chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (BALLIN!!!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies) We stay fly, no lie, you know this
a birds sight no lie why should i im fly high like jim jones song we ballin when i was born to skip college straight running this game no shame you lame
On some arsenal shit Jim Jones is the capo of this You up next my nigga just let those cartridges spit (BDDDDAAT BDDDDAAT BDDDDAAT BDDDDAAT BDDDDAAT) Yea nigga you know whats
Yo, it's dat left field thinkin' out the box Never thought it would happen Never thought we could do it Hey you girl, you turning me on (Jim Jones, Pitbull
boyz, go down like that What up Jones? Dipset, nigga Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is pearl My best friend is a pimp an' his bottom bitch is
wanted to have a good time Now I got a hoe on my line, buggin! Slow down [Chorus] [Jim Jones - over Chorus] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes [Chorus] [Jim Jones
what i want to do is piss down their throats CHORUS okay, here's the sensitive part they told me that times have changed cause our parents had Hendrix, Janis and Jim
bane though painful Shit is what they like, hit is what they might Spit his stuff in life, shit is fuckin' tight But some people think it's an evil experiment Some people is
wanna let the killas in blue start me Wake up again I'm a DJ Clue party With Diddy and Jim Jones, Juele and Rick Ross, Cat Fay, Trey Songz and Drake this is
say what, say what, say what (Yeah, say what, say what, say what) Ooh girl you know what's up (Yeah, girl you know what's up) Ooh say what, say what,
Killer, Jim Jones My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight [Incomprehensible], do it, Ma (Hey lady) I know you heard me in British rob But I get you bracelets
