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Croce Jim lyrics
Croce Jim lyrics
"You Dont Mess Around With Jim Lyrics"
Bills, Bills, Bills (Maurices Xclusive Livegig Mi Lyrics
[Beyonce:] At first we started out real cool Taking me places I ain't never been But now, you're getting comfortable Ain't doing those things you did no more You're slowly making me pay for things
Uptown got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim "Boss" ... just because ...
And they say ...
CHORUS:
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well outa south Alabama came a country boy
Hey say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
Yea I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my mo
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack ... don't you know that
(Repeat Chorus)
Well a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yea he were cut in in 'bout a hundred places
And he were shot in
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor ... now they say
(Repeat Chorus [New last line] And you don't mess around with Slim)
[Spoken] Yea, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustling people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue ... yea
(Repeat Chorus
[Beyonce:] At first we started out real cool Taking me places I ain't never been But now, you're getting comfortable Ain't doing those things you did no more You're slowly making me pay for things
Uptown got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim "Boss" ... just because ...
And they say ...
CHORUS:
You don't tug on Superman's cape
Staring Through The Eyes Of The Dead Lyrics
Why can't I breathe Still I see Dead on the table Try to move, I'm not able to They said I have died I still feel alive I won't believe their lies I can still see through t
You don't spit into the wind Why can't I breathe Still I see Dead on the table Try to move, I'm not able to They said I have died I still feel alive I won't believe their lies I can still see through t
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well outa south Alabama came a country boy
Hey say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
Yea I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my mo
Killin' It(With Tha Alkaholiks ) Lyrics
[Tash] Ahh, ahh I be killin it (why Tash?) cause I be feelin it I get money so no need for stealin it I work diligent beneath the Earth's soil where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my sty
ey [Tash] Ahh, ahh I be killin it (why Tash?) cause I be feelin it I get money so no need for stealin it I work diligent beneath the Earth's soil where I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my sty
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack ... don't you know that
(Repeat Chorus)
Well a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yea he were cut in in 'bout a hundred places
And he were shot in
Nowhere To Run Lyrics
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide No way to relieve this feeling inside You done gave me them blues and then you took a ride Left me with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Shame, oh shame, on what you do
a couple more Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide No way to relieve this feeling inside You done gave me them blues and then you took a ride Left me with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Shame, oh shame, on what you do
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor ... now they say
(Repeat Chorus [New last line] And you don't mess around with Slim)
[Spoken] Yea, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustling people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue ... yea
(Repeat Chorus