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letra de riding on empty - jim jones

[verse 1: jim jones]
[?] bad table manners
and a room with gun toaters with some bad grammar
speady cars [?] skanner
the inside is [?] like the sleigh from santa
got k!llers filled with antic-p-tion
send your mind, body and soul on a trip to satan
to conspire, get you time for ophiliation
you ain’t getting money, time is what you really wasting
and they say a great mind is what can heal a nation
do the mathimatics, my lifetime’s a real equasion
three b-tches, one drop with the roof atatched
[?] you n-ggas so small [?]
and we super strapped
know we shooting back
[?] black

[chorus: sen city]
[?] count your money, you ain’t got none
[?] bottoms up
[?] money over b-tches
read the tags on the glass, we styling on these n-ggas
[?]
riding on empty
you n-ggas riding on empty
riding on empty
[?]
you n-ggas riding on empty
riding on empty
you n-ggas riding on empty
[?]
[verse 2: mel matrix]
[?] you don’t pose a threat
we all hotheaded, push that brazy [?]
stuntin on these n-ggas till they sick of me
and on my waistline is where the [?]’ll be
and the aston four doors, we mobbin on you n-ggas like [?]
sliding out the club with bout three or four hoes
they all getting gritty [?]
you know my habbits, money [?]
my lil homie trigger happy
[?]
[?] swiss cheese [?]
throw a red rag in the air and hollar [?]
[?]
you know a thug motto forever, we screaming g’s up
and [?] the morals of a life [?]
situation real, not the [?]

- jim jones

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