Chorus x2: Mr. Mo and Polow(Shawty Pimp)] You know that hoe you know that hoe I know that hoe I know that hoe You know that hoe We know the same ass lame
jim crowe laws I'm a beast I'm a gang and I guess I'm a jerk and I go thru big rounds Cause ya boy here a flirt Man you call me a bottle with your lil
so we gotta keep it separate like the jim crowe laws I'm a beast I'm a gang and I guess I'm a jerk and I go thru big rounds Cause ya boy here a flirt
Jump Jim Crow, jump Jim Crow How do you do, you walk so slow Like a little red rooster with one trick leg Looks like you the one laying the egg I don'
here to tell it Like it ought to be It aint no kids fault to me 35 year olds Actin 16 Know what i mean You dont work, mean you dont eat You need more
, do that, somebody Do that, do that, somebody My name is Prince and I am funky When it come to funk I am a junky I know from righteous, I know from sin I
of you I'm gonna kill him too They'll say that I'm an outlaw But I tell you, that I'm your friend You know I'm only in for Punching judy again
See ma flow, dirty though You never know like woah, there I go, there I go A yo, you never know until I made 'Oh no' You know So Solid On a roll, dirty
that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down Dead to this world. Bury
now I'll stay there til I die Oh I'm wanted in Texas and Tennessee Dead or alive Bad Sadie Lee I take just what I want as I pass by I can draw faster
Pro. (?) For your info: when's he's not practicing Jim Crow or addressin' some nympho bimbo. He's playing Ray J, the old tape. Doom, well, what can I
, this one thing I know Poll tax and Jim Crow and greed have got to go You're bound to lose You fascists are bound to lose All you fascists are bound
fucking, sucking (Can't understand) Whattup, I don't know baby Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up I'm tellin you right now I know this shit though
Drowning in the commerce of life) Feeeeling somethings going to blow and watch where you go I'm the drinking Jim Crow Ahhhhhhh, Did you know it a traditional
, I never much cared for the feelings You get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible For as the crow flies, I know only one cure for a permanent tear in your eye You
Carson's lips if you place that story by him If there's a man who knows this God forsaken land it's Jim (Let's drink to old Jim Bridger)
fucking, sucking (can't understand) Whattup, I don't know baby Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up I'm tellin you right now I know this shit though
