Lyrics:
Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told
Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told
Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told
my name and a 600 Benz
All about the Benjamins
BBS, I'm up to 30, 000 spins
Publicist told me Spin Magazine want to
Do an interview at Endoscene
, Jones, Jones)
Well I'm cruising down the street in my candy painted low (low)
Bouncing like a door, with 4 on my 6 4's
I pull up wood gripping, doors
silky, Sweet Jones do you filthy
Bread out her busom fresh bills smelling milky
I could spot mileage
Colder than Iceberg you see this where they got
clothes you cant tell by the tag
I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating
They just waiting on you to slip so I could leave yo ass
Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do…
DEENA JONES:
Oh no…oh no, it's already started! Effie! Effie, Lorrell!
It's already…(speaking quickly) Oh, I'm so sorry
of tea)
But like all dead beat dads, the Father eventually got distracted by everything
And soon forgot about large numbers of his children
Even the Mother
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
careful
That we don't build our hopes too high
'Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I
Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
they wanted
I'll do my songs off 40s and a blunt
I swear I'm finna blow the fuck right up
*Awww shit
Close to finding an answer
Maybe looking for love
whole damn life trying to get that right
I got the microphone Jones and I need to speak
If I don't get a chance I'm a turn a freak
One of the best ways
ain't the only person
Who sick of ya voice
I kill a rapper with one verse
And the real nigga rejoice
But I was forced do you feel any remorse
name from Brown to Jones,
And mine from Brown to blue.
I couldn't keep my tears from falling,
On the courtroom floor,
By law, they took away my rights,
or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names
Is the name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of us
Tom Jones?
I've never had a Burger Joe
Had flipped and fried up on his own
Put your meat into the pan
A barbecue for all the land
But you can't serve
on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat
like my stress begins
At 17 thought I was grown, had to move on
Moved out T. Jones home, had to do this on my own
My grandma left my life, I felt it
the deep blue sky,
with every one of them America - do or die.
And let me tell you people the feeling was grand,
when they sighted up the targets over Tojo
som pusher pakker
Jesse Jones han er kriminell svarting
Jeg er mitt Ken Ring jeg er kjenning jeg er spenning
Hip Hop i Oslo den tar en annen vending
I chalked it up to bad karma
See most people don't believe in karma
Anymore but obviously I still do
Cause for instance you got
Famous for killin'
the greatest
If you don't believe it
Okay just wait and see
I can do all things through Christ
He who strengthens me
Guided by the light
Jon Is born to fight
Any
Oh! Hey, there she go
That’s the one I’ve got to know
Such a cutie right? Their whole crew is tight
But they don’t do it like her
How her hair flows
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