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| Jim Jones Hustler's P.O.M.E. Pin the Tail Jim Jones Pin The Tail Lyrics (feat. Cam'ron, Juelz Santana & Max B) [Max B:] Birdgang Club Banger Tryin' to holla at you shorty One focus, one focus only Tryin' to hit that thang Let's Go We make hits in the studio nightly, We out trying to get this money We take trips in the winter in jet planes to climates where it's sunny We got mami on the dance floor, grindin' to the beat Tipsy off the bubbly But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey [Jim Jones:] It goes yes, yes yallin, fresh to death ballin (ballin) You can play hard, 'cause under pressure I'm stallin (swish) We playin' tight D, I'm in the paint like a G Some say they gangstas but they ain't like me Came from an environment, came I was firin' it (bricks) Then hit the dealers see the range I was buyin' it (it was nothing) Don't test drivebut the whole whip like you should Chefing up pies, a whole brick like you should Then take the proceeds, waist about four G's Bottles in the club tryin' to get the home and skeez (Get twisted) I'm tryin' to get the dame to breeze, but she putting up a fight like Layla Ali (Well what's your name nigga) I told the lady I'll be doin' the turnpike 80 in the fly V Middle name 40 on the wrist, last name you can't afford me bitch Get a camcorder bitch (Yeah) [Max B:] We make hits in the studio nightly, We out trying to get this money We take trips in the winter in jet planes to climates where it's sunny We got mami on the dance floor, grindin' to the beat Tipsy off the bubbly But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey [Juelz Santana:] Cases of pure, ros Look like Picasso painted on the bottles We throwin' money, we lookin' like lotto's I could cover chicks with cheese like nachos Fly out the cove, land in the heat where New York to Miami beach Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitar Got em' all rubbin' they push bra Got em' all shakin' their tush like Im'a givin' em' a taste of the good life But I give em' a taste of the good liquor A taste of the good bud Next thing you know she'll be tastin' my good ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh I get money be quiet, you talkin' to the jolly green giant I see it, I like it, I buy it Baby I'm flyer then a pilot flyin' at his highest, Climate [Max B:] We make hits in the studio nightly, We out trying to get this money We take trips in the winter in jet planes to climates where it's sunny We got mami on the dance floor, grindin' to the beat Tipsy off the bubbly But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey [Cam'ron:] Where my homies? Up to no good Where my homies? Yup I'm so hood What up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exect already See my hoes are like my plates, temporary Act nil you beat it, move on strategic The marbles man, yup the floors are heated Cam half pound a quart a kid Better ask round I'm sorta needed mack rounds you're deceited In the 90's, Z3, BB's, now in the crib the TVs watch TVs Killen Killen, mo killen and then a kitty purrs Fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley spurs Gun talk, real talk, speak mack to mack We like the Pistons, Bulls, you know back to back Mazirattis back to back, come ride wit me On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two five fifties [Max B:] We make hits in the studio nightly, We out trying to get this money We take trips in the winter in jet planes to climates where it's sunny We got mami on the dance floor, grindin' to the beat Tipsy off the bubbly But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey |
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