Chorus] [Verse: Jim Jones] You know I ride through Lennox All eyes on my pendant But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace With that automatic weapon, blowing
I'd rather smoke crack out of Nancy Reagan's skull While getting a blow job from Tipper Gore Man don't tell me about love and peace When one of the Jones
I'm not from Colorado Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic, type blow
The Homies Weed In The Back Of The Coupe I Been Smokin My Nigga I Went From G's And Thieves Nigga We Blowin The Weed My Nigga-Fuckin Wit Freaks Nigga
keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web Blow a sack on a track, on a baller's bed Hold out your hand baby, I'll read your palm Like Kymo don, My game is
Chorus] [Jim Jones] Its nobody gods I'm puffing marley ducking squaleys cars Wherever I go You know I stay fly float threw the sky smoke with my guys
and the west coast They whip game real good, they got the best tho Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe [Jim Jones:] (Jones! Jackal!) Now shouts to Yung Joc (
comparing you, to you know like Jim Jones or Davey Koresh [Tech N9ne:] You know that's real fucked up to um compare me to Jim Jones or uhh Davey Koresh
Homies Weed In The Back Of The Coupe I Been Smokin My Nigga I Went From G's And Thieves Nigga We Blowin The Weed My Nigga-Fuckin Wit Freaks Nigga (Hot
gotta keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web Blow a sack on a track, on a baller's bed Hold out your hand baby, I'll read your palm Like Kymo don, My game