Jim Jones - Red Rum Lyrics
What Neighborhood are you from ?Cause me and … get popping over here son, here sonKeep it tough talking over there broAh, nigga, what they saying nigga?Murder She Wrote She wrote What they saying nigga?Murder she wrote she wrote … Ah, let them up, let them up, red rumI'm from a rich … and pro diddyPopping up big broads with the holes in it***** we hit your ride up, leave holes in it… on your ***** mind, but this ain't whole bizness…I could have got you hit when you was partyingBut little niggas got an itch, let me body himYou know the 44 kick let me karate youFor me to stretch a nigga out straight Pilates himDon't respect the thunder till they see the rainYou get less for a body than ……with the solar panelYou can catch me on tv, niggas know the channelI told the vale just let it rollYou know we keep it honest you gotta get your guns***** let … mama tell him get …cause when I bag this hammer out this nigga better runWhat neighborhood coming from ?Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here sonKeep it tough talking over there broAh, nigga, what they saying nigga?First she roll, she rollWhat they saying nigga?First she roll, she rollAh, let them up, let them up, red rumYou should really look at things from my perspectiveI'll have them shooting out your block until you call detectiveI can't talk about the skels and bones I collectedBut I can name every single movie I directedTalk slick on the strip, strip them butt *****I pack a 50 some shit is just unexpectedCause the … alone will run your ass a couple bucks, priceyWhat hood you from nigga, … get lone gun niggaMvp that gang, let it bang where I'm from… I'm out yeah, big boy rolling when I'm in the streetsSome … money sex, money…I'm feeling really fresh when I'm on the sceneReady to run, ready to hide, ready to die, ready to rideWhat neighborhood coming from ?Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here sonKeep it tough talking over there broAh, nigga, what they saying nigga?First she roll, she rollWhat they saying nigga?First she roll, she rollAh, let them up, let them up, red rumThe coop or the…on fish boneDefecating all niggers got a weak codeAnd we all hot headed…so we heat holingAnd the gangstas all in…This gps has them bullets trackedHow you family gather…Slick talking, you get murked over…Transporter like the road runnerNever hesitate to squeeze em up for sho gunnerWorking…strip constipated…Respect the rules and the regulationBrain light goons get the regulating… got a coldest…Scarface with a hammer, I'm a …What neighborhood coming from ?Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here sonKeep it tough talking over there broAh, nigga, what they saying nigga?First she roll, she rollWhat they saying nigga?First she roll, she rollAh, let them up, let them up, red rum.
