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jim jones - confront ya babe lyrics

(feat. cardan, max b)

[max b]
i gotta see how that thing sound but i got it
i’ma come right in wit it dipset, uh

[chorus: repeat 2x]
if theres a need to confront ya babe
i’ll let the nina come punch ya babe (dipset!!)
fur beavers big blunts and things
byrd gang byrd gang (ow!)

[verse 1: max b]
n-gg- i’ll leave you bleedin on ya door slot
max b look like derek jeter on the short stop (uh)
i’ll put the heater to ya soft spot
waive the nina and make ya adiddas do the short stop (uh)
you don’t want it wit me b
d-ckie under the snorkel heat and the mean v
bend ya main b-tches over give’em the wee wee
big gun up close in ya face 3-d (uh)
i’ll put the thing near ya ear let it bang near ya ear
fivic grand crew haters linger in the air
clothes fit right like the finger in ya beer
last week hit anger in the rear
jim came threw he gave me the chain and couple of ‘guettes in my ear
now the bird swingin off the thermo
tre pound tucked b-tch i don’t give a f-ck b-tch

[chorus]

[verse 2: jim jones]
sh-t i treats this game like it’s 88
nauti’ sweats no socks hopped out the range wit the paper plates
hopped on the plane wit the bathing apes
hopped off the plane ta see the hatian face so pound n-gg- (sa pa say!)
we gangsta rappin gettin dough from this violence (east side!)
i’m talkin g4’s blowin haze smoke from the piolet (purple!)
i chartered that flight cause it was lookin kinda rainy
now i’m known ta bring the goons out like that n-gg- john chaney (goonies!)
or catch me up on the hill in the whip doing 80 (dimelo!)
till the police pulled me over and the whip smelled all hazy
what you know about that cash get you thrown up in the trash
i’ll put a gun up in ya mouth and have you blow it out yo -ss
blunt up in my mouth blowin out the gr-ss
show you how to stunt, pockets loaded wit the cash
show you how to dump semi loaded ready ta blast
i’ll roll up on you chumps i got this whole sh-t in a smash

[chorus]

[verse 3: cardan]
yo now when i’m crusin threw harlem i get my bunky charn on
gotta dunny dunk broad wit a dunky dunk car
i get all that chronic straight from them honky tonk guys
you junior m-th-f-ckas i’m donkey don kong
i just left jacob and he got me chunky on arm
now i’m on my way to go smoke a dunky don bong
i brought da band out and i ain’t talkin puffy sean combs
dem drums turn into guns goin brrrrump ba b-mp b-mp
now ya mind out ya body
you wonder i got nine in the party i was high in it prolly
doggy, i put the kam in the kazi you need it pa
holla i might go guide you, poppy its the guy
call me cardan tho
been p-ssed dem, bust, if, aint
we ain’t wit the village f-gs nah we on lennox ave
you mad, go get ya dad you f-g, you fit for drag
and that nina’ll b-mp you, or if it’s a need i confront you f-cker

[chorus – 2x]

- jim jones lyrics

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