Lyrics:
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
I'm back my music tracks about
went to Howard
Knowin' you
Weekend in Miami trying to study by the pool
Couple things due but you always get it done
Might have been a time when I
Bustopher Jones in white spats
My visits are occasional to The Senior Educational
And it is the against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
Jones leave my pudding alone
Oi! Mick Jones nicked my pudding, then I said
Oi! Mick Jones leave my pudding alone
Oh, Mick Jones you must've been
Alright.
[Broad]
Excuse me.
[Waiter]
Uh, yes ma'am.
[Broad]
I have a reservation. It's for Jones.
[Waiter]
For Jones? Let me see here for
went insane like Jones too just by proxy listening to this bullshit
So badly did I want populism in Trump to be real
The movement was real it was
we irreparable?
Don't come with face forward
Why don't I study in Howard?
Don't you dare come with me
You gonna be stung by a bee
It's dangerous where
I'm Bustopher Jones i'm not skin and bones
In fact, I'm remarkably fat
I don't haunt pubs
I have eight or nine clubs
For I'm the St james Street Cat
brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come
a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4's
going, she keep cumming, what you know 'bout it? (Nothing)
So 'bout it (yeah), like Master P (who?)
But no coward (Uh-uh)
No, I am no Howard the Duck,
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
[talking]
Mike Jones, who
(even though what we do is wrong)
[Mike Jones]
I know, what I be doing is wrong
But I'm a hustler fo' life, fuck with two
to the sky
And let times pass us by, while we chilling getting high (Mike Jones)
I be solo while I'm sipping drank, and blowing (do-do)
I'm from the city where
"Out on Highway 61"
Well Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department wouldn't give
Him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go?
Howard
clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Into the bush
he had bloody nose
Welfare department would give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, where can I go?
Howard said, there's only one place I know
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
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