Teksty:
Jim Jones Love Me No More

[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper

[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?) Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper

money don't run out Holla if you down wit' Clover G's, roll, let me go I know that you'll take care of me, baby, please Don't blame me, it's not jealousy

represent me like the girls with bangoos Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit Beat you the way dick tangle Oh, what a web we weave,let me

of me i said beware of me now they scared of me hu...i said come to my sunday service nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous the niggity nasty Jim Jones

sands And my feet never touch the ground Are there any Branch Davidians in the house? Here's Jim Jones as a pantomime horse That showbiz gets right up your nose One more

me 'MacGyver' Need a rehab, I'll call up Shania Bitch, hungry? Good, we gonna stall in papayas Take your recession special, yeah, you less then special Me an' Jim

drugs and the blood sets and I get love fuck this industry, I'm reppin every nigga in these streets so scream at me I been known braggin ..with Jim Jones

million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still