Jim Jones Posse

Lyrics

Radio dial searching the wicked tune..... (Btw sounds samples of : Rbl Posse - Sorta like Psycho Spice 1 - 187 Proof Mac Dre feat. Coolio Da Unda Dogg - California Livin') Heheh Yeah C-Sinister, T-Cee I'm ready to rock it Fuck an intro Here come a dog from the Fillmoe Jim Jones of vinyl Hitler of Frisco Niggas can't understand how I rolls Cause I wear dirty clothes and my hair ain't combed But I'm Dre Dog I lock and shake Strike like a snake Imma Reverend of hate But some fools thought I was triple six But I'm triple sick, and a red-nosed pit So why would you think I'm the devil's kin? I got teeth that'll penetrate nothin' but skin And about Dre Dog, yeah, you know nothin Fingernails will carve ya face like a pumpkin And if you swing, fool, you better not miss I got lyrics that'll start a fuckin' exorcist Cause I was born to catch and kill And watch niggas burn like the Oakland hills Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The Niggas in the Jim Jones Posse!) Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The Niggas in the Jim Jones Posse!) Ooh, I say praise the Lord Jim Jones just gotta have more From the sex to the money to the sex right back to the money And I still dress bummy Nappy hair makes a pony tail Nike boots and long fingernails Fat lips and smooth goatee 6'5" fool, nigga that's me So like Aretha I want respect Cause what you see, fool, is what you get And what you see, yeah is knuckles that's brass I want your cash, Imma woop your ass Pitiful, yous a catholic And I will beat a nigga with glasses Lock and shake on his fuckin face Break a knife off into his waste Cut his foot off for luck, yeah just like a rabbit Dre Dog gotta have it Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The Niggas in the Jim Jones Posse!) Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The Niggas in the Jim Jones Posse!) Nigga I kick you in the face with my Nike boots Who said that I wasn't 180 proof? The reverend of hate got you by the roots, huh Now nigga, who got juice? And as you can see, I ain't heaven sent 24/7, I'm high or bent Blowin blows in niggas face, cause I'm nothin polite With a temper that the Devil wouldn't even like, so Do me chewy as I sweep you with cocaine My vocals bang, lyrics fall like acid rain I bust a sweat, live and and cut throats Buy cars, get hard, smoke dope! Say Whatsup to Frisco's rudest America's newest, Jim Jone's truest Here's a smokin' reverend motha fucka Thats out for the schemin' A hip hop demon Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The Niggas in the Jim Jones Posse!) Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The Niggas in the Jim Jones Posse!) 1,2,3,4,..5 Ah yeah man, we got dre dog in yo muthafuckin' house Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck The brand new jim jones Down wit the muthafuckin' jim jones posse man You got gunned down on the muthafuckin' mic Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck Jump in down babylon Taking all those suckers out in frisco With the most hated man ever Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck Now man! we gonna take this sheet to the other side man! So we gone do a little some like this We can't be stopped man, we only trip to the top Me and dre dog man what's really goin on in frisco town Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck You can't stop a man, u can't be stop a man like dre dog man What's really goin on, yo muthafuckas Comin down man , i'm getting ghozt Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck