ترانه:
Matt Jim

Words and music: jim johnston Solo: jim brammer Keys: clyde wilson I know what you're telling me to do, but I can't ignore the bended truth. I will always

like my concise preciseness... like this Cats came in the rap game and claimin they crack slangin, the gat aimin In fact, they act just like Matt Damon

Jim Bean, my best friend, picks me up in his truck In the backseat JD, my brother in law My German penpal Helmut Jagermeister Sends me small bottles of

Ya'll Groove to this" "Alright" I'm gettin' tired of your Shit You don't never buy me nothin' See Everytime you come around You got to bring Jim, James

lack of education leaves us in the cold There may be a cycle that we failed to mention But people are fuckin' without protection 'Cause Jim fucks Ann,

busy wit a Jenny if it's good and plenty, dont you know there I go, there I go, there I go But I dont go nowhere without my jim hat If I'm rappin, cause

: Written by Jim "Moose" Brown and Don Rollins The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow, An' so am I. Work day passes like molasses in wintertime

It don't matter where you been welcome stranger, come on in I'll make the coffee, I'll get the cream We'll open up a bottle of old Jim Beam We'll hoot

Ya'll Groove to this" "Alright" I'm gettin' tired of your Shit You don't never buy me nothin' See Everytime you come around You got to bring Jim, James