Jim Jones - Red Rum lyrics

What Neighborhood are you from ? Cause me and get popping over here son, here son Keep it tough talking over there bro Ah, n***a, what they saying n***a? Murder She Wrote She wrote What they saying n***a? Murder she wrote she wrote Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum I'm from the city where Rich died and Po did it Popping up big broads with the holes in it b**h we hit your ride up, leave holes in it on your b**h mind, but this ain't whole bizness I could have got you hit when you was partying But little n***as got an itch, let me body him You know the 44 kick let me karate you For me to stretch a n***a out straight Pilates him Don't respect the thunder till they see the rain You get less for a body than with the solar panel You can catch me on tv, n***as know the channel I told the vale just let it roll You know we keep it honest you gotta get your guns b**h let mama tell him get cause when I bag this hammer out this n***a better run What neighborhood coming from ? Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son Keep it tough talking over there bro Ah, n***a, what they saying n***a? First she roll, she roll What they saying n***a? First she roll, she roll Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum You should really look at things from my perspective I'll have them shooting out your block until you call detective I can't talk about the skels and bones I collected But I can name every single movie I directed Talk slick on the strip, strip them bu*t naked I pack a 50 some sh** is just unexpected Cause the alone will run your a** a couple bucks, pricey What hood you from n***a, get lone gun n***a Mvp that gang, let it bang where I'm from I'm out yeah, big boy rolling when I'm in the streets Some money s**, money I'm feeling really fresh when I'm on the scene Ready to run, ready to hide, ready to die, ready to ride What neighborhood coming from ? Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son Keep it tough talking over there bro Ah, n***a, what they saying n***a? First she roll, she roll What they saying n***a? First she roll, she roll Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum The coop or theon fish bone Defecating all n******gs got a weak code And we all hot headedso we heat holing And the gangstas all in This gps has them bullets tracked How you family gather Slick talking, you get murked over Transporter like the road runner Never hesitate to squeeze em up for sho gunner Workingstrip constipated Respect the rules and the regulation Brain light goons get the regulating got a coldest Scarface with a hammer, I'm a What neighborhood coming from ? Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son Keep it tough talking over there bro Ah, n***a, what they saying n***a? First she roll, she roll What they saying n***a? First she roll, she roll Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum.