There's No one To This Pain Everytime I Close My Eyes I Pray For Rain I Pray For Rain To Wash Away The Strain [Verse 1: Jim Jones] You Could'ntUnderstand
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to
Seems There's No one To This Pain Everytime I Close My Eyes I Pray For Rain I Pray For Rain To Wash Away The Strain [Verse 1: Jim Jones] You Could'ntUnderstand
Traduzione: Jones, Jim. Rain.
WEST SIDE!! Where them niggas slippin' and slidin' and Crabs get the homicide Four fire to the dome once again it's on Chronic on my back up, full of Jim Jones
Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope) Get on the corner and push something Dip Set! (Killah!) [Cam'Ron (Jim Jones
[Jim Jones] What is this, that gangsta gangsta lets get back to business you gotta kill 'em dead so they dont ask the witness no questions on the stand
[Jim Jones:] Yo, My homey Cash, well he gone for five Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine Cause, we live life to the fullest Three
[feat. Tony Yayo, Papoose, Lloyd Banks, Jim Jones & Rell] [Intro: Tony Yayo] Men Of Respect! See us comin through you better respect us! (BROOKLYN!)
(feat. T-Pain, Jim Jones & E-40) [Chorus:] 4..3...2...2.. A 2 Step A 2 Step remix Now Gone An 2 Step [X4] Now Get Jiggy With It [X4] remix Now Gone
(feat. Jermaine Dupri, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, Jim Jones, Slim Thug, E-40 & Rich Boy) [Dorrough:] This time I say yeah buddy live good eat good old school
(feat. Max B) [Chorus x2: 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
(feat. Max B) [Jim Jones:] They got us fuckin up a storm (fuckin) Kush up till the morn (you know) Breezin from the telly puffin marijuan (all night
wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance [Verse 2: Jim Jones (*Ron Browz)] When I
(feat. Cam'Ron & Juelz Santana) [Jim Jones] We set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
my darling We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem [Jim Jones:] A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the
[Jim Jones] I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man In them pissy staircases, we just sittin