Circus Freaks

Intro: Jim Jones You heard me? Said get drunk get high Get sly and get fly You heard me? (Growl) Verse 1: Jim Jones We in this bitch Smoking weed and drinking liquor We the shit Everybody freeze for the photo picture Easy, bitch Mother fucker geez and the loaded up flicka' G's on a wrist Bolts that can freeze all on that ticka' See that whip? (Heh, heh, heh) Put it all on geez all on that sticka' She the shit (A'ight) And I'm just like a fly all on that sista' Freaky shit (Ooh) Went down south so you know I kiss the She got bit (Nasty) Vampire life so you know I done hit her Diva bitch G5 flight so you a nigga tripped her She's ya bitch? Just not L.A. but you know I'm a clip her Keys and Brits We all gotta hustle cause I'm tryin' to get richa' Sheezy bitch (Fo sheezy bitch) So if it's all 'bout a dollar than I might get witcha Verse 2: Cam'Ron: Baby girl you with me, with me? Who needs that Britney Britney Lady GaGa, Paris Hilton White girl hit me hit me Don't slope round You, you, you, you can keep that Whitney With me Can I get a witness protest, oh yes She gets busy busy Don't touch me Girl lust me I'll leave you dizzy dizzy Put your girlfriend in the whirlwind All she say "who is he is he?" But tell this Elvis smell this No you can't have none Girl I'm selfish Shellfish, lobster, look at you relish God I'm filthy I'm hot Hotter than hellgate Stop, drop, top with swell gate Hot, that, cop, that, black, I know you felt it But look your worthless The truth will surface All these damn freaks It's a fuckin' circus Refrain: I'm hot Hotter than hellgate Hot (Yes) Hotter than hellgate I'm hot Hotter than hellgate Hotter than Hell Hell Hell I'm hot Hotter than hellgate I'm hot Hotter than hellgate I'm hot Hotter than hellgate Hotter than hellgate, hellgate, hellgate You heard me (Sniff) All these damn freaks It's a fuckin' circus So you know i kiss the .. She got me .. keep up bitch ..bitch Just nine ..but you all ..yall got a hustle cause i'm tryin getting richer .. she might get witcher