Andre Nickatina - Jim Jones Posse lyrics

Radio dial searching the wicked tune..... (Btw sounds samples of : Rbl Posse - Sorta like Psycho Spice 1 - 187 Proof Mac Dre feat. Coolio Da Unda Dogg - California Livin') Heheh Yeah C-Sinister, T-Cee I'm ready to rock it f** an intro Here come a dog from the Fillmoe Jim Jones of vinyl Hitler of Frisco n***as can't understand how I rolls Cause I wear dirty clothes and my hair ain't combed But I'm Dre Dog I lock and shake Strike like a snake Imma Reverend of hate But some fools thought I was triple six But I'm triple sick, and a red-nosed pit So why would you think I'm the devil's kin? I got teeth that'll penetrate nothin' but skin And about Dre Dog, yeah, you know nothin Fingernails will carve ya face like a pumpkin And if you swing, fool, you better not miss I got lyrics that'll start a f**in' exorcist Cause I was born to catch and k** And watch n***as burn like the Oakland hills Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!) Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!) Ooh, I say praise the Lord Jim Jones just gotta have more From the s** to the money to the s** right back to the money And I still dress bummy Nappy hair makes a pony tail Nike boots and long fingernails Fat lips and smooth goatee 6'5" fool, n***a that's me So like Aretha I want respect Cause what you see, fool, is what you get And what you see, yeah is knuckles that's bra** I want your cash, Imma woop your a** Pitiful, yous a catholic And I will beat a n***a with gla**es Lock and shake on his f**in face Break a knife off into his waste Cut his foot off for luck, yeah just like a rabbit Dre Dog gotta have it Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!) Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!) n***a I kick you in the face with my Nike boots Who said that I wasn't 180 proof? The reverend of hate got you by the roots, huh Now n***a, who got juice? And as you can see, I ain't heaven sent 24/7, I'm high or bent Blowin blows in n***as face, cause I'm nothin polite With a temper that the Devil wouldn't even like, so Do me chewy as I sweep you with c**aine My vocals bang, lyrics fall like acid rain I bust a sweat, live and and cut throats Buy cars, get hard, smoke dope! Say Whatsup to Frisco's rudest America's newest, Jim Jone's truest Here's a smokin' reverend motha f**a Thats out for the schemin' A hip hop demon Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!) Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked? (The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!) 1,2,3,4,..5 Ah yeah man, we got dre dog in yo muthaf**in' house Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck The brand new jim jones Down wit the muthaf**in' jim jones posse man You got gunned down on the muthaf**in' mic Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck Jump in down babylon Taking all those s**ers out in frisco With the most hated man ever Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck Now man! we gonna take this sheet to the other side man! So we gone do a little some like this We can't be stopped man, we only trip to the top Me and dre dog man what's really goin on in frisco town Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck You can't stop a man, u can't be stop a man like dre dog man What's really goin on, yo muthaf**as Comin down man , (i'm getting ----)? Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck