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andre nickatina - 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

f-ck an intro
here come a dog from the fillmoe
jim jones of vinyl
hitler of frisco
n-ggas 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 t–th 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 f-ckin’ exorcist
cause i was born to catch and k!ll
and watch n-ggas burn like the oakland hills

who wanna hear dre dog get wicked?
(the n-ggas in the jim jones posse!)
who wanna hear dre dog get wicked?
(the n-ggas in the jim jones posse!)

ooh, i say praise the lord
jim jones just gotta have more
from the s-x to the money to the s-x 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, n-gga 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 br-ss
i want your cash, imma woop your -ss
pitiful, yous a catholic
and i will beat a n-gga with gl-sses
lock and shake on his f-ckin 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 n-ggas in the jim jones posse!)
who wanna hear dre dog get wicked?
(the n-ggas in the jim jones posse!)

n-gga 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 n-gga, who got juice?
and as you can see, i ain’t heaven sent
24/7, i’m high or bent
blowin blows in n-ggas 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 f-cka
thats out for the schemin’
a hip hop demon

who wanna hear dre dog get wicked?
(the n-ggas in the jim jones posse!)
who wanna hear dre dog get wicked?
(the n-ggas in the jim jones posse!)

1,2,3,4,..5

ah yeah man, we got dre dog in yo m-th-f-ckin’ house
buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
the brand new jim jones
down wit the m-th-f-ckin’ jim jones posse man
you got gunned down on the m-th-f-ckin’ 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 m-th-f-ckas
comin down man , i’m getting ghozt
buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

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