Jim Jones - Get Low lyrics

We in the midst of a cold winter, chilling

Niggers would eat your food but it’s no dinner, where the food at

I make the paper, no printer

A blood cloud one shit I ain’t no sprinter

They say coke is hot and need a cheaper price, we need better men

Better show them what you say they let you keep your life

Pretty nigger dog, let him keep his wife, fuck that bitch

Swear it was Gucci on my feet was …

Car getter from the back you can see the price

Interior … and the seats were …

Her legs …stick 5 inches

Told me speed up, she wants to die like the princess, bitch

Her … a half … joints…my cargo

And you don’t need the light to see my…

A nigger play a nigger…have him John Doe.