Don't Forget About Me 歌词
| 歌曲 | Don't Forget About Me |
| 歌手 | Jim Jones |
| 专辑 | Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：Jim Jones/Max B | |
| [Chorus 2X：Max B & Jim] | |
| BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... | |
| WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW | |
| I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO | |
| SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE.... | |
| I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW | |
| [Verse One] | |
| Now due to me (JONES!) | |
| Me and my truancy (NINE TREY!) | |
| Running through the streets since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ!) | |
| What influenced me (let em know)....it was the jewelry | |
| Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's (BALLIIIING!) | |
| The 80's...big thick rope chains | |
| life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine (TRUE STORY NIGGA) | |
| ...so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher (no)..... | |
| more like a hustler (yep) | |
| all night with customers, tryna get my paper up (right) | |
| Jealousy, envy....gotta watch, they'll spray you up | |
| But it was something bout the gun play.... | |
| rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA!) | |
| And breaking law was the norm' (yep), the club break about 4 in the morn'd | |
| So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub | |
| The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| Now as I roll up my window (R-Class), blaze up the indo (that purple!).... | |
| get tore down for my homies in the pen (miss you Zeke) | |
| I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE!).... | |
| know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies (B'S & C'S!) | |
| You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up (slow motiooon) | |
| And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up! | |
| ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain (BALLIIIING!) | |
| 'I'm in love with a stripper', alcohol on ya brain | |
| Fast track life, the shit is uncanny (I LOVE IT) | |
| When it come to birds fly south to Miami (OPIUM!) | |
| Weather like 80 (sunny), drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN) | |
| 'Sai Pa Say', on the block in Little Haiti | |
| Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster's (you hear that?) | |
| 2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers | |
| And all these O. T trips got me tired | |
| drive the wheels til they fall off | |
| and I just bought some new tires | |
| [Chorus] |
| Artist: Jim Jones Max B | |
| Chorus 2X: Max B Jim | |
| BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... | |
| WE WON' T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW | |
| I' MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO | |
| SO DON' T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON' T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE.... | |
| I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW | |
| Verse One | |
| Now due to me JONES! | |
| Me and my truancy NINE TREY! | |
| Running through the streets since early puberty! YOUNG NIGGAZ! | |
| What influenced me let em know.... it was the jewelry | |
| Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G' s BALLIIIING! | |
| The 80' s... big thick rope chains | |
| life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine TRUE STORY NIGGA | |
| ... so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher no..... | |
| more like a hustler yep | |
| all night with customers, tryna get my paper up right | |
| Jealousy, envy.... gotta watch, they' ll spray you up | |
| But it was something bout the gun play.... | |
| rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way TRIPS NIGGA! | |
| And breaking law was the norm' yep, the club break about 4 in the morn' d | |
| So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub | |
| The squad type thick you know I' m rolling with the thugs | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two | |
| Now as I roll up my window RClass, blaze up the indo that purple!.... | |
| get tore down for my homies in the pen miss you Zeke | |
| I' m ma take you the Cali with me WESTSIDE!.... | |
| know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies B' S C' S! | |
| You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up slow motiooon | |
| And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up! | |
| ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain BALLIIIING! | |
| ' I' m in love with a stripper', alcohol on ya brain | |
| Fast track life, the shit is uncanny I LOVE IT | |
| When it come to birds fly south to Miami OPIUM! | |
| Weather like 80 sunny, droptop Mercedes BALLIN | |
| ' Sai Pa Say', on the block in Little Haiti | |
| Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster' s you hear that? | |
| 2 12' N with the OG' s, tryna get the answers | |
| And all these O. T trips got me tired | |
| drive the wheels til they fall off | |
| and I just bought some new tires | |
| Chorus |
| Artist: Jim Jones Max B | |
| Chorus 2X: Max B Jim | |
| BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... | |
| WE WON' T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW | |
| I' MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO | |
| SO DON' T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON' T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE.... | |
| I KNOW I KNOOOOOOW | |
| Verse One | |
| Now due to me JONES! | |
| Me and my truancy NINE TREY! | |
| Running through the streets since early puberty! YOUNG NIGGAZ! | |
| What influenced me let em know.... it was the jewelry | |
| Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G' s BALLIIIING! | |
| The 80' s... big thick rope chains | |
| life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine TRUE STORY NIGGA | |
| ... so I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher no..... | |
| more like a hustler yep | |
| all night with customers, tryna get my paper up right | |
| Jealousy, envy.... gotta watch, they' ll spray you up | |
| But it was something bout the gun play.... | |
| rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way TRIPS NIGGA! | |
| And breaking law was the norm' yep, the club break about 4 in the morn' d | |
| So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub | |
| The squad type thick you know I' m rolling with the thugs | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two | |
| Now as I roll up my window RClass, blaze up the indo that purple!.... | |
| get tore down for my homies in the pen miss you Zeke | |
| I' m ma take you the Cali with me WESTSIDE!.... | |
| know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies B' S C' S! | |
| You catch me out in Houston, and usually we can slow it up slow motiooon | |
| And get screwed, get a deuce and we can throw it up! | |
| ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain BALLIIIING! | |
| ' I' m in love with a stripper', alcohol on ya brain | |
| Fast track life, the shit is uncanny I LOVE IT | |
| When it come to birds fly south to Miami OPIUM! | |
| Weather like 80 sunny, droptop Mercedes BALLIN | |
| ' Sai Pa Say', on the block in Little Haiti | |
| Chicago is the wolves, the bears, and the gangster' s you hear that? | |
| 2 12' N with the OG' s, tryna get the answers | |
| And all these O. T trips got me tired | |
| drive the wheels til they fall off | |
| and I just bought some new tires | |
| Chorus |
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