Jim Jones - Go DJ lyrics
rate me(feat. Sin City)
[Intro:]
Fuck all that, pop that bottle, man
You’re asking me all these questions!
Fuck about, no…
I always can find no money they can’t catching it
Hook:
I ran around, take a nigga, fuck a label
Pretty nigga, but she on me for the paper
Plucking out she is out… niggas, see you later
My mna, I’ll you down, so free the nigga, own me favors
Uh, show them love (show them love),
The show me hate (they show me hate)
Throw some ones and I figure hate (and I figure hate)
Tell the goons I only play
Bottle after bottle, go DJ!
They’re drinking Rose, but they’re not pouring liquor out
Pay respect! Let’s not forget what all my real niggas about!
Make money, drink Rose, piss it out
Fuck hoes, kick ‘em out, Lord knows you’re missing out!
You missed that one!
Your favorite rapper used to be one time (fuck you!)
My favorite rapper was a dealer one time (true!)
Used to play the building, make a killer out one time
But now our car wheels that look ill when the sun shine (you see it)
The roof gone, so fuck it
I have my roof gone and… the ball game
It’s…, it’s all the same
Over forty on my wrist, I put that forty on your brain.
And back to you niggas that’s screaming shots fire (Fuck up!)
Even you pussy, you’re a car rider (Decay!)
A pussy in the drop, you know it drops fire
You cock suckers second hand watch buyer
I don’t Tweet at the same niggas I beef at
Cause my niggas gonna be at the same places you eat at (hungry?)
If that’s beef, then you can fucking eat that! (get em!)
As a matter of fact, tweet that!
My neck a 100 G pack! (It ain’t over!)
… a nigga like three laps
Baby voice, believe that! (youngling!)
Shots fire, nigga won’t see that!
Sixty rats getting head, nigga now lean back!
Hook:
I ran around, take a nigga, fuck a label
Pretty nigga, but she on me for the paper
Plucking out she is out… niggas, see you later
My mna, I’ll you down, so free the nigga, own me favors
Uh, show them love (show them love),
The show me hate (they show me hate)
Throw some ones and I figure hate (and I figure hate)
Tell the goons I only play
Bottle after bottle, go DJ!
They say I got a fetish for convertibles
But really is the feds that I’m allergic to
My man was in the feds and he converted too
Came home for the… (Pelicans)
But buying… (you hear me?)
That’s more world out the one two respond to
Hit the band, had them bend, do a curb or two
Can’t bend with some gens that will murder you
Ill shit, pocking Biggie with a Testament
The real shit, the watches 50 is the estimate
You still taking shots and you see in years (I hear you)
And I still go through blocks that you ain’t seen in years.
Making your body go through shot if we appear
You’re the type that look to God for convenient prayers (I say, Lord)
And that’s usually when the gun out
I usually drop my top, motherfucker when the sun out!
Hook:
I ran around, take a nigga, fuck a label
Pretty nigga, but she on me for the paper
Plucking out she is out… niggas, see you later
My mna, I’ll you down, so free the nigga, own me favors
Uh, show them love (show them love),
The show me hate (they show me hate)
Throw some ones and I figure hate (and I figure hate)
Tell the goons I only play
Bottle after bottle, go DJ!
