Lit up like the 4th I'ma happy drunk Come to papa big mama Cause your
daddys drunk I wanna pump, pump it up like the Good Year blimp Make ya
holla for a dolla Thats the way I pimp Gold links and minks and shrimp
dinners on the Bayou Thems are the things that I ain't gonna buy you Its
like one of them freak thangs Hit it once - maybe every couple weeks
thangs I got no love I got no riches I don't roll vouges And I
ain't got switches I got no game, I can't reward ya But if you wanna long
one baby...
Chorus x2 I got 1 for ya This is your shot (Uh-huh
check it)
People always talkin' what they gonna do They must want
their face to maybe taste my shoe I can't understand all the push and
shove And what the fuck to the peace and love Who planted that glove man
- I don't care I'm too busy running my fingers thru your mama's hair I
got no time for the fakes and the phonies The crooks and the creeps and the
cops and the cronies Am I the only one on my side Test my pride I betcha
run and hide You think I'm weak so you looking for the kill But theres
sixteen shots in my ninemilly...
Chorus x2
Jimmy Jimmy Ji-Jimmy
Jimmy Yeah... Yeah, lay it down brotha (Lay it down wit it
baby)
Record companies stressing cause they all want hits And yeah
I'm bout it bout it so I make 'em like this They say hey there boy all we
need is one song Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long Don't
wanna hear me cuss don't wanna hear me brag So I'm grabbing on my thingy
while I let my pants sag Never been what I've written Just writing what
I'm doing They say they like my records but they're still boo-hooing My
choice always tight My rhymes will floor ya Hey fly you wanna hear money?
Ha ha ha...