Jim Jones - Oopsy Daisy lyrics
[Jim Jones - Oopsy Daisy lyrics]
Oopsy daisy daddy went and threw me up
And he let me hit the ground i'm a gangster
I'm a bad man runnin wild
In the heart of these streets
I got plenty love from
Niggas who can understand
I'm a full grown man but I love who I love
And keep all my money right
That's a byrdgang plan
Yeah I talk a little shit
I lost money gambling dice
Step back and let it spark a little bit
I'm a shark a little bit
Take a visit to the pen and see my homie
T-fizzy and we talk a little bit
I done lost a little bit
But I hate to let these other niggas breathe
So at night time i floss a little bit
And I toss a little bit
I'm used to tellin niggas the price
Now i tell em it cost a little bit
I'm a boss a little bit
But trust me i swing a big stick around
The hood like laccrosse a little bit
And I cry a little bit
But only when my niggas fail
Cause i like to see em try a little bit
Get em high a little bit
And teach em how to wash up
Currency maybe we can fly a little bit
So I give a little bit
And I got one request for the cops
Let a motherfucker live a little bit
Okay we all make mistakes
But some we make twice some get us cased up
Some will take your life
Some of us hardheaded some take advice
Some play it safe some shake the dice
Some fly standby some make the flights
Stuntin in my hood some don't make the night
You know I love my town
But something ain't right
(Something ain't right?)
Yeah something ain't right
If he's the heart of the city
Why we all need a bypass
It's just my thoughts as they bypass
It's move porchses when they fly pass
Watch how you talk cause the lines tapped
And the courts will keep your mind trapped
Hit the clear pool tryn'a change the climax
We fuck whores till they climax
And let the time stack we in two zones
And when i land i need a new phone
Poppin nights wasn't rolling stone
So I guess that's why I roll with chrome
And I can turn the jungle to my home
And I'm well known in the streets
Been on with my heat that nigga so sweet
Knock him off if he innocent
Be the witness that remember shit
We show him torture if he tattles
We shoot shots that will crack his sales
Cause i ain't tryn'a scream 'Crack my sales'
And I still got packs for sale
Even though they tryn'a pack the jails
Have a nigga blowin stacks on bail
And the squalie still on my tail
Wanna see a nigga dead kneel
But I'll never squeal and I'm still mobbin
I gotta break bread with the goonies
Cause the little homies still starving
So fuck patience or waiting for better looks
I'm out sly foxxin I'm gettin
It with the crooks
And he let me hit the ground i'm a gangster
I'm a bad man runnin wild
In the heart of these streets
I got plenty love from
Niggas who can understand
I'm a full grown man but I love who I love
And keep all my money right
That's a byrdgang plan
Yeah I talk a little shit
I lost money gambling dice
Step back and let it spark a little bit
I'm a shark a little bit
Take a visit to the pen and see my homie
T-fizzy and we talk a little bit
I done lost a little bit
But I hate to let these other niggas breathe
So at night time i floss a little bit
And I toss a little bit
I'm used to tellin niggas the price
Now i tell em it cost a little bit
I'm a boss a little bit
But trust me i swing a big stick around
The hood like laccrosse a little bit
And I cry a little bit
But only when my niggas fail
Cause i like to see em try a little bit
Get em high a little bit
And teach em how to wash up
Currency maybe we can fly a little bit
So I give a little bit
And I got one request for the cops
Let a motherfucker live a little bit
Okay we all make mistakes
But some we make twice some get us cased up
Some will take your life
Some of us hardheaded some take advice
Some play it safe some shake the dice
Some fly standby some make the flights
Stuntin in my hood some don't make the night
You know I love my town
But something ain't right
(Something ain't right?)
Yeah something ain't right
If he's the heart of the city
Why we all need a bypass
It's just my thoughts as they bypass
It's move porchses when they fly pass
Watch how you talk cause the lines tapped
And the courts will keep your mind trapped
Hit the clear pool tryn'a change the climax
We fuck whores till they climax
And let the time stack we in two zones
And when i land i need a new phone
Poppin nights wasn't rolling stone
So I guess that's why I roll with chrome
And I can turn the jungle to my home
And I'm well known in the streets
Been on with my heat that nigga so sweet
Knock him off if he innocent
Be the witness that remember shit
We show him torture if he tattles
We shoot shots that will crack his sales
Cause i ain't tryn'a scream 'Crack my sales'
And I still got packs for sale
Even though they tryn'a pack the jails
Have a nigga blowin stacks on bail
And the squalie still on my tail
Wanna see a nigga dead kneel
But I'll never squeal and I'm still mobbin
I gotta break bread with the goonies
Cause the little homies still starving
So fuck patience or waiting for better looks
I'm out sly foxxin I'm gettin
It with the crooks