JIMMI, JIMMI

Pour me dope, never slow, a four, set up A raid. All them dealers drop they dope and got my Cousin caught that day. Now he down in 211, ain't no fun, Had a gun, bought it raw. Lucky got charged for the shit they dropped. Now it's better known as cops in the ghetto, Hit him dead wrong. We just got fed up 'cause I think it was, was, I think it Was, think it was, I think it was, I think, think it was, I think, Think I think... Drivin' Down the highway, man, speed limit, She the risk. Got off at the Union exit, Eyes red 'cause I'm pissed. Smokin' out the police car, I ain't scared 'cause I'm hard. Smokin' indo dick and I gots to Get up off this door flo. Back up with a go, broke out runnin' past The jail, cop. Now they at the door knockin' 'cause I shot they chrome Glock. Stop, freeze, please, please. Hit the elevator fast. Door flo, give me the keys. Boy, please don't make me blast. Hang Up in the hoopty, but like always it wouldn't Crank. So we jumped out with the jail birds, Hopped into a blank. I don't want no money, all I need is One of these niggas caught.