Jim Jones Featuring Hell Rell - Pour Wax [Explicit] lyrics
rate meYeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire<br />
Uh, yeah, you know<br />
This that dope boy shit, nigga<br />
Ya smell me, fuck wit ya<br />
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Your reign on the top, short like leprechauns<br />
I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms<br />
And I came from the block, was flawless with ex-cons<br />
And we aimin' them glocks, of course, ready to bomb<br />
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Now I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same gear<br />
I also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year<br />
The concrete jungle, no trees to swing from<br />
This weed and gettin' drunk and heaters gettin' dumped<br />
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Or hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the trunk<br />
Back up in the city with some skeezers in the trunk<br />
I ain't a player but I do my dirt, dawg<br />
Drop top 'Cedes better move when it murk off<br />
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I got it swayin' to the left lane<br />
Plus a nigga coughin' 'cause the haze give me chest pain<br />
Yes, mothafucka, the boys are back with my vest<br />
And I'm tucked up with my boys in back, fucka<br />
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You don't want it with them niggas<br />
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer<br />
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'<br />
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin<br />
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Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth<br />
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe<br />
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof<br />
Now shoot back, now shoot back<br />
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Ah man, Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit again<br />
Same black hoodie, ya same fo' fifth again<br />
Bitches stop likin' me but now they on my dick again<br />
See me in that Aston with my chain glistenin'<br />
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Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your dome<br />
Kill a mother and a father, kids go to foster homes<br />
Yeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the boss alone<br />
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' with a cost for homes<br />
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Homie, they don't call me Ruger for nothin'<br />
Back out on these bitch niggas, get that Ruger to dumpin'<br />
So don't run up on me, nigga, you know I stay with it<br />
G'd up from my beef and brocks, to the Oakland A's, fitted<br />
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That's the bottom to the top, you seen the bottom of the pot<br />
I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you coppin' or you not<br />
Nigga, jets is pullin' off and you stuck on the curb<br />
D I P, B G, fuck what you heard<br />
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You don't want it with them niggas<br />
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer<br />
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'<br />
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin<br />
<br />
Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth<br />
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe<br />
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof<br />
Now shoot back, now shoot back<br />
<br />
We all strapped in the ride, I ain't talkin' like the elderly<br />
Yak when we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felony<br />
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's hard to get by<br />
That's why we puff hella weed<br />
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But if this high don't come down<br />
I feel the walls spinnin' like the sky gon' come down<br />
I need air, top of the ride, gon' come down<br />
And I swear I stay fly when I jump out<br />
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Jewled up in ice, that bent that dude like<br />
Spyder 430 with the bluish lights<br />
Got the coupe, bright, but we still shoot dice<br />
For my niggas on the Eastside, this is true life<br />
<br />
You don't want it with them niggas<br />
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer<br />
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'<br />
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin<br />
<br />
Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth<br />
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe<br />
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof<br />
Now shoot back, now shoot back
