one drivin' this lush dream Overdose an eye on you, so, don't ever trust me [Verse 2: Madchild] Hang the hang man Jesse James gang Guns drawn at sundown
knees Could it be that a nigga wanna bang 'cause I'm runnin with the gang that'll give a nigga pain, me and Macc James givin these bitch niggas a taste
I was rollin' through the hood one day Thought shit den calmed down, "gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around Ain'
like that band that steppin over dead people It's like that, and you wouldn't know it 'cause I'ma cool ass mufucca Done delt witt a gang of succas as
Please get 'em off me) I can't breathe (Mothafucka get 'em off me) Back the fuck up, who in the hell wanna get it on I'ma bout to pull a kick door like that nigga James
from a beach chair, yeah And I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin' when chillin' A total change from movin' crack off the steps of the building's Rollin' wit gangs
Champion, hey, hey, hey Dance Champion Dance Champion Dancin' to the music Now, shake your body down Just like the "King Of Movement",yeah Mr. James
woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on the highway
Uh, sleep all day, out all night, I know where you're going. I don't that's a-acting right, You don't think it's showing. A-jumpin' up, fallin' down
Vous avez lu l'histoire De Jesse James Comment il vecut Comment il est mort Ca vous a plus hein Vous en d'mandez encore Et bien Ecoutez l'histoire De
horse I like to chill so I, drive up in my new Seville My Tribe went down in the hall of fame Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James Pound for pound,
a fuck, X Games Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex chaaaange And I smoke 'til I got chest pains And you niggaz know I rep my gang like Jesse James
block I'm in a silver SL five pounder on the block Ain't cha ever seen a young player clown on the Drop? (Do ya thang) Ain't nuttin' to a G gang spit
friend of mine was a workin' hard, savin' all his pay Like Jesse James, the IRS stole most of it away Then he got chased by a street gang And he finally
your friends Your tech can carry Knock your paws off sync Left you flat like a soft drink Got more styles than Diana Ross swing Zone like Rick James when
( serge gainsbourg ) You've heard the story of jesse james Of how he lived and died If you're still in need of something to read and find Here's the
, how 'bout I pull it out and kapaow? I'll heat 'em up out his mouth with it, big Small World Norfolik is the gang, extended clip in the jeans Put 'em