Jim Jones - Pour Wax Lyrics

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[Hell Rell]

Aw man Hell Rell he on the same bullshit agiain

Same black hoody

Yup same fo' fifth again

Bithes stopped likin' me but now they on my dick again

Seen me in the Ashton with my glistinin'

Yea I'm bustin off the chrome

Yea I'm 'bout to off your dome

Kill the mother and the father kids go to foster homes

Yea I like to floss the chrome nigga leave the boss alone

See my neck and my wrist I'm rockin' what it costs for homes

Homie they dont call me ruger for nothing

Back out on theese bitch niggaz get that ruger to dumpin'

Dont run up on me nigga you know I stay with it

G'd up from the beef and brock's to the Oakland A's fitted

That's the bottom to the top it's in the bottom of the pot

I got it white I got it tan it's

Either you copin' or you not

Nigga jets is pullin' off and you stuck in the current

D.I.P. B.G. fuck what you heard

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[Chorus]

[Jim Jones]

We all strapped in the ride I aint talkin' like the elderly

Yac'ed when we drive like a rollin fuckin' felony

Trapped to survive get the bucks sell them ki's

It's hard to get by that's why we puff hell'a'weed

But if this high dont come down

I feal the world spinnin' like the sky gon' come down

I need air top of the ride gon' come down

And i swear I stay fly when I jump out

Jewled up in ice like what that dude like

Spider four thirty with the blue'ish lights

Got the coupe bright still shoot dice

For my niggaz on the east side this is true life

[Chorus]

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