| Song | Pin the Tail |
| Artist | Jim Jones |
| Album | Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) |
| 作曲 : Giles, James, Jones, Jones ... | |
| Artist：Jim Jones/Cam'ron/Juelz Santana/Max B | |
| [Max B] | |
| Byrd Gang club banger | |
| Tryna holla at ya shorty | |
| One focus, one focus only | |
| I'm tryna hit that thang! | |
| Let's go | |
| [Max B] | |
| WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it) | |
| WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA) | |
| WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY) | |
| BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I'M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY! | |
| [Verse 1: Jim Jones] | |
| It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)... | |
| you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!) | |
| They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed out)... | |
| and some say they gangsta's but they ain't like me (not at all!) | |
| I came from an environment (uh huh), 'caine I was frying it (bricks)... | |
| then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it's nothing!) | |
| We don't test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should (fuck a lease!)... | |
| cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should | |
| Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G's (balling)... | |
| buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin twisted!) | |
| I'm tryna get the dame to breeze.... | |
| but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what's ya name nigga?!) | |
| I told the lady I be... | |
| doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE?!) | |
| Middle name 'forty on the wrist' | |
| last name 'you can't afford me bitch!' get a camcorder bitch! (YEAH!) | |
| [HOOK] | |
| [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] | |
| Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!) | |
| look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha) | |
| We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it) | |
| I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho's | |
| Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where?) | |
| New York to Miami Beach (yeah) | |
| Bitch I live the life of a hood-star | |
| rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra (AWWWWW) | |
| Got em all shaking they tush like | |
| I'mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!) | |
| But I'll give em a taste of the good liquor | |
| a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH! | |
| I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant | |
| I see it, I like it, I buy it baby | |
| I'm flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate | |
| [HOOK] | |
| [Verse 3: Cam'ron] | |
| WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD | |
| WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I'M SO HOOD | |
| Uh...What up pimpin pimpin? (what up pimpin!) | |
| I'm exec already (fuck that!) | |
| See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here) | |
| I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic) | |
| The marble's mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words) | |
| Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it) | |
| better ask 'round soon they'll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic | |
| In the ninety's Z3's, BB's now in the crib TV's watch TV | |
| (flat screens watch flat screens) | |
| Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)... | |
| fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that's a fact) | |
| Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons, Bulls... | |
| you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!) | |
| Maesarati's back to back come ride with me | |
| on 1100 not the bike....two 550's! | |
| KILLA! | |
| [HOOK] |
| zuò qǔ : Giles, James, Jones, Jones ... | |
| Artist: Jim Jones Cam' ron Juelz Santana Max B | |
| Max B | |
| Byrd Gang club banger | |
| Tryna holla at ya shorty | |
| One focus, one focus only | |
| I' m tryna hit that thang! | |
| Let' s go | |
| Max B | |
| WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY Tryna Get it | |
| WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT' S SUNNYYYYYYY MIA | |
| WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY BUBBLY | |
| BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY.... I' M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY! | |
| Verse 1: Jim Jones | |
| It goes Yes Yes Y' alling bboy boys, fresh to death balling BALLLLLINNNN!... | |
| you can play hard under pressure, I' m scoring swish! | |
| They playing tight D uh huh, play the paint like a G boxed out... | |
| and some say they gangsta' s but they ain' t like me not at all! | |
| I came from an environment uh huh, ' caine I was frying it bricks... | |
| then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it it' s nothing! | |
| We don' t test drive uh huh, buy the whole whip like you should fuck a lease!... | |
| cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should | |
| Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G' s balling... | |
| buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez gettin twisted! | |
| I' m tryna get the dame to breeze.... | |
| but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali and what' s ya name nigga?! | |
| I told the lady I be... | |
| doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V WHAT ELSE?! | |
| Middle name ' forty on the wrist' | |
| last name ' you can' t afford me bitch!' get a camcorder bitch! YEAH! | |
| HOOK | |
| Verse 2: Juelz Santana | |
| Case is a Perryay Rose yep! | |
| look like Picasso painted on the bottle haha | |
| We throwing money we looking like Lotto you see it | |
| I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho' s | |
| Fly out the cold cold, land in the heat where? | |
| New York to Miami Beach yeah | |
| Bitch I live the life of a hoodstar | |
| rockstar without the guitar got em all rubbing they pushbra AWWWWW | |
| Got em all shaking they tush like | |
| I' mma give em a taste of the good life nope! | |
| But I' ll give em a taste of the good liquor | |
| a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH! | |
| I get money, be quiet.... you talking to the Jolly Green Giant | |
| I see it, I like it, I buy it baby | |
| I' m flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate | |
| HOOK | |
| Verse 3: Cam' ron | |
| WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD | |
| WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I' M SO HOOD | |
| Uh... What up pimpin pimpin? what up pimpin! | |
| I' m exec already fuck that! | |
| See my hoes are like my plates... temporary out of here | |
| I ignore ya, beat it beat it, move more strategic strategic | |
| The marble' s mad yep, the floors are heated in other words | |
| Cam half pound a quarter key it key it | |
| better ask ' round soon they' ll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic | |
| In the ninety' s Z3' s, BB' s now in the crib TV' s watch TV | |
| flat screens watch flat screens | |
| Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs meeeeow... | |
| fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs that' s a fact | |
| Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac mac, we like the Pistons, Bulls... | |
| you know back to back back to back CHAMPS! | |
| Maesarati' s back to back come ride with me | |
| on 1100 not the bike.... two 550' s! | |
| KILLA! | |
| HOOK |