Jim Jones J.I.M.M.Y. Letras:[altered voice (Jim Jones)] (Jimmy) Capo. . .whats my mothafuckin name?. .
.Dipset. . .(Jimmy) Eastside (Jimmy) Cool chris. .
.Say what. . .(Jimmy) Ugh...Whats my mothafuckin
name? (Jimmy) Dipset Dipset (Jimmy, Jimmy jones)
Byrd gang. . .
[Chorus] Catch that boy capo (uh), cruisin up 8th wit the
top blowin and caps low (roll out!) I'm a Dipset
boss, you don't wanna get clapped, get caught up
in the cross (tch no) and I'm caught in the floss,
chain 500 hundred thou cause i'm caught up in the
gloss (ballin!) and im caught up in the cause, i'm
a winner i aint tryin to get caught up wit a loss
(no way)
Now, when the hell will it stop (never) i keep
evadin the law, gettin tailed by the cops (fuck
em) i keep breakin the law, got a bail on spot
(fuck em) and you can't cool me off, try to tell
you i'm hot (sizzlin!) goin hard since 16, livin
that fast life like i majored the big screen (nice
he can rap) y'all kno how i get in the club, them
nigga knew them bouncas fo' i flip in the club
(and then what?) im tryin to 2 step fo' i flip Cam
bud, so i'm posted in the back while im twistin up
bud (hey) got some hoes in the back, and they
sippin on suds, blowin smoke on the dough, poppin
crys' wit tha thugs, shit...(now come over
here...) ima boss i said, a dipset gangsta i dont
cross my legs (what else?) G's up, eastside, code
red be frontin, we probly blow lead
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/9cy][Chorus] what they gon do wit tha capo (nothin!) got a
hardbody clique, gotta that'll shoot for the capo
(thas right!) when i drive by the strip, they
salutin the capo (eastside) keep 1 fly bitch up in
the coup wit tha capo (you know!) nowadays all the
babes think im cute and im macho (say what?) my
otha half must think im souped cuz i gato (fuck
em!) or maybe its because i keep my pants off my
ass (kiss) i am my own boss i only hear is the
cash (ya hear that?) i only fear the law so fuck a
man wit a badge (fuck the police!) and im tryin to
duck the law dog from gettin indicted and they
show me the money shit the kid got excited so if
the kid get a inch, well im takin a yard and if
the kid do ya bitch, well im takin ya yard (thats
right, for life nigga) thats to the day that im
charged, we be leavin out the club my crew racin
the cars. . .who got ya neighborhood paused
[Chorus] i done ran through most clubs that they had in my
city (what else?) while dancin in the spot, while
my hamma gettin pissy (click clack) one hand up on
the bitch, otha hand on my blicky (thats gangsta)
i kick my G mac, try and slip her a mickey (this
niggas sly tonight!) lord help the boy that try
and get me (what else?) always pull me ova, they
be dyin to frisk me (fuck em) car smell like weed
and ive been drinkin the liqour (ALWAYS) told me i
was speedin, plus he see im a nigga (you just mad
at meee) it got him even more bitter (what else?)
i said im from a hood where police get hit up (get
up) lets not make it a issue, but if a nigga piss
me off, im goin straight to the pistol (thats fo
sho) shit, but we can make it official, next time
you see yo momma be awake when she kiss you (my
baaaaby) im just tryin to get some paper (hoo!),
ha, aint no boy or a nigga. . .
Letras: J.I.M.M.Y. Jim Jones [final] 
