Lyrics:
Matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you
Dawn to dusk I watch
As waves roll over
One by one they uncover
Treasure lost
A lone black flag
A blot on a bright horizon
Here they come
You'll
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
Albert of Monaco at the soirée
Damn!
Jehst:
I wanna parlay man, yeah you know those cats
that rock black suits and bowler hats
Playing Jack Jones tracks
you need dome hit me!"
Love to see the chrome wit me
The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice games blown 50, Jones loan 60
Had
the base (base)
Look ya dead in ya face now tell me how good does it taste (Ross)
Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground
if I showed you around
So when you go to certain places you'll be thinkin of me
We got people to meet and many places to see, hey
Mmm, I'm really
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
the arms of a man
Just hugging and kissing as two lovers can
I went to my home with a heart full of woe
Packed my belongings determined to go
For many long
Juicy J
I got this pimpin' straight from
Memphis, I say tell my niggas switch it, go New York to Memphis
Blowin' niggas out
Won by double digits, hatin'
to the point
Whereby they might more
Fully enjoy the ambiance of Miami By Night)
Where ya from? Ah, the bus
Which one? You know the last tour
You know leather
bittersweet
Like Jones hit you with elbows
Wiping her nose
Don't put all problems on me
I just don't wanna go home
You shouldn't know
Fuc**** 3 h*** in a week
Sounds like crap
I'm wearing down though
I've lost my fight
So, go ahead give Howard the mic
Somebody spin that duck
Blast it bang it
Spin that duck
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets
By the seams of they jeans
CREAM get the money
And run it to the hills y'all
the rally
Look, they roar like a lion but I do the prowlin' I gotta stay silent
Turn the steps into mileage don't cry to me when I go forrest gump all of this
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
her with a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin' at me sayin', "Lil' Howard, you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I
and run with chrome
My name ain't Edward Jones, but that's the only thing I want is dome
One by one, your homies leave, go to jail, some you ain't see
I'm just vibing threw the city getting money by my lonesome
Niggas say I'm switching up I guess I must've grown some
They say I changed how
I
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones
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