Songtexte:
Jim Jones Drops Is Out

the ride droppin' Aye, Jim Jones Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me I'm iced out and keep

got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound I'm posted on the block til the sun go down.... [Jim Jones] Ugh....Jones, Capo! Dipset! Them

her, I'm a bouty crook Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook

Still On My Jock [Chorus:] Now Walk It Out [x4] Westside Walk It Out, Southside Walk It Out, Eastside Walk It Out, Northside Walk It Out [Jim Jones:] Jones

tha beat up Killa You better spit too man Casa I'm in here man You made me go through all this shit mother fucker You better spit that shit Diplomats Jim Jones

Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky Aight Santana man let's do this Killa, let's do it man, killa Aiyyo, I argue with my mother Spring, summer, fall and winter

out of town, this is what I do, nigga Be wit my niggas, this is what I do, nigga This is what he does, Killa, Santana, Jim Jones Freaky, Tito here tonight

control once a muthafuckin' gain, nigga Dipset in the building, Juelz Santana, Jim Jones Killa muthafuckin' Cam, Freeky Zeeky Live from the bottom of the pot where crack is

I don't give a fuck who's first or who's last The Dipset is gonna rock this shit out at a drop of a brick, nigga I don't care what y'all say, I don't