Jim Jones - Hypocrits lyrics

rate me

Lying hard and leave you dearly departed (Damn!)

I’m sure a few… saw my gang retarded (bump it)

I’m kind clumsy, get this spill in this…

Be a cold day in hell before I’ll be in some more shit (aha)

Ha, it’s like the sun …

When it’s time to ride the holy drive I play the back seat (get ‘em!)

All these fly call to track me

I pose the smirk, look at the gages with the fast feet (aha)

I’m kinda ain’t deciding nothing, yet

Cause I’m tripping off the purp in the purp set

Hey! I could be sober, still lurking sick

Anybody killing, it don’t matter who we’re toasting with!

I ain’t speaking, let the drum rule

Kill or be killed, I’m from the jungle! (Brooklyn)

We don’t tour for show, we let our guns go

Head shot, leaving for dead,

Nigga, you’re done now!

Hook:

Ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe

Blow light out my window, window

Strapping up my kin foe

Kill or be killed

(Fuck you, dwag!)

I’m supposed to get this money get away

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Let these haters take my day away

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Strapped up with my niggas

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Fuck around, man,

Let me rapd around with yo nigga!

I say, niggas sent the subliminals at me

Most time they don’t make it to me

Pictures of your wife on my iPhone

And I tell them hoes and them niggas to me

Where I’m from, we send shots

Align you up like a bottle shot

Foreign whips parked in a hood

We ain’t never seen no …

You think fake, I call it out

You flow at me, nigga, call it out!

… without reckless…

The hottest niggas in our…

I got fifty niggas waiting outside

Who’s the dwag, nigga, just rambling

You thug nigga, had to stop…

You mustn’t get that e-mail

Yeah nigga, there’s VL

One hundred thousand that car like

The bitch had a new car see smell

Behind … and you see murder

And I ain’t talking about masterpiece

Ben had that 41

But I... that masterpiece

For broke niggas, that’s a Rolex

A hundred rounds to your new Lex

Chopping in that car seat

And hanging out the window like, who next?

I’m tripping off that bitch, nigga

I’m shooting back like, oh dwag

Cocaine in your neighborhood

It’s a thousand dollars for a

And I just feel

Hook:

Ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe

Blow light out my window, window

Strapping up my kin foe

Kill or be killed

(Fuck you, dwag!)

I’m supposed to get this money get away

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Let these haters take my day away

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Strapped up with my niggas

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Fuck around, man,

Let me rapd around with yo nigga!

Niggas said I’ll be talking shit,

But I still fuck cause I back it up!

Put my engine in the truck,

So I’m still fronting when I’m backing up!

The shit you say when I’m backing up

And I’m pulling up, I can fight ‘em on ‘em

Go harder, so retarded,

Pack heat like the summer’s on ‘em

No gangs, no athletes,

No track me, still … upon

Bitch nigga trying to call me

Said, your bitch chose to hang up on ‘em!

Rory walks at a day in time,

Me walks at a place in time

Face to face, no face time

You get smashed and face the time!

Chance murdered with a shally

We’re riding around with that Shawty

Find your ass and chunk your ass.

We’re riding around with your body!

(Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em!)

Cause it’s like that

As a matter of fact, you’re getting like that

You wanna see them, you gonna see them

We slump your ass for a night cab.

Hook:

And I still ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe

Blow light out my window, window

Strapping up my kin foe

Kill or be killed

(Fuck you, dwag!)

I’m supposed to get this money get away

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Let these haters take my day away

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Strapped up with my niggas

(Fuck you, dwag!)

Fuck around, man,

Let me rap around with yo nigga!