Jim Jones - Go lyrics

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Jim Jones - Go lyrics

[Verse 1: Jim Jones] Uh This ain't spitting, this is monkey flipping We keep guns on hip and You don't want no friction And of course we still run sh** and No toilet bowl n***a We still dopest sh**ting On silly competition With their weak compilations We be thirty deep Its easy, we'll stomp your face in Two hundred cash for them cars we racin' And we want the cash even though its the root of Satan Debatin' They love the way I floss 'em The chicks say he's awesome With no prejudice Its just I love a s**y b**h White, black, yellow, purple Have them on some X and sh** Double stack Hopping out the bubble back Porsche mother f**er Get your thoughts mother f**er And some say I'm bipolar Cause I stay high like the solar [Hook: Jim Jones] This is the concrete jungle The game don't fumble Stand tall like Matumbo Floating like Bryan Gumble And I hope my name don't fumble out your mouth Watch you mouth if the cops do come through This is the concrete jungle The game don't fumble Stand tall like Matumbo [Verse 2: Curren$y] I'm a money machine Counting rap dollars at a sickening volume While losers was counting on me not popping s**as was getting pissed since I was plotting on taking ownership of all of this And I almost got it Haters bumb me on the low And don't tell nobody about it f** it though Not another bub for the s**ers My bucket low Arizona grape flavored in my cup holder These cars may look alike But yours is much slower This the big dog motor Should have saved up for it But fools be in a rush to touch something quick You took the easy route and copped a f**ing V-6 With your lame a** I'm pouring liquor on your b**hes Spitta n***a Dame Dash Homeboy that's church like stained gla** Old school super goose, no break pads Go into the store and get some papers when the rain pa** Yeah [Hook: Jim Jones] This is the concrete jungle The game don't fumble Stand tall like Matumbo Floating like Bryan Gumble And I hope my name don't fumble out your mouth Watch you mouth if the cops do come through This is the concrete jungle The game don't fumble Stand tall like Matumbo