Diamond Jim gets back Diamond Jim will know just what to do Oh yeah, Diamond Jim, where you hiding? Diamond Jim, where you hiding? When Diamond Jim gets back Diamond Jim
the domes Diamond Jim, where you hiding Diamond Jim, where you hiding When Diamond Jim gets back Diamond Jim will know just what to do Diamond Jim, where you hiding Diamond Jim
Tulkojums: Chuck pareģis. Diamond Jim.
Tulkojums: Jim Diamond. Walking cauri tumsai.
Tulkojums: Jim Diamond. Freek'n Jūs (Mr. Dalvin s Freak Mix).
Tulkojums: Jim Diamond. Sugarolly Mountains.
Tulkojums: Reeves, Jim. Diamonds ar smilšu.
Today my mother will return to my house And all the things I've done I've done to make her feel at home again Oh, it's all part of an act She can stay
I am cured From turning diamonds, from turning diamonds to coal 'Cause I feel home and I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds
Them never love, never love, never love poor Marcus-they never love him, oh no Them never love, never love, never love poor Marcus Till they betray him
got his own dance studio He got a Teeny Bopper fan club Yeah, he got his own TV show Now he owns half of Montana They all call him 'Diamond Jim' And
[verse5 - Mase] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds
ain't got no choice Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist Hoes be like diamonds in your
too good for my baby Oh, no (Nothing's too good for my girl) I walk around with my chest stuck out 'Cause my baby's worth braggin' about Every Johnnie, Jack, and Jim
Jim Jones, what it here, homie? Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin? Hey, T.I.P., nigga I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin
This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder Im buying diamond
're dancin', too, oh baby Behind the wall action Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all Little Debbie say "I bet he do" Big bellies to big tellies, Jim
