Lyrics:
ass was Amazonian
Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium
Xo, bad hoes they call me Diablo Esco
Unless it's money me no hablo
Still wish I
to visit Mars
While the poor people starve, computers takin' over they jobs
A man's forced to live off land
Now it's back to the caveman era
When we made
to the stages
Packing out the venue
Everybody shows when it's Jones on the menu
I keep jumping hurdles like I'm
Running for a medal
In and over every obstacle
made a real effort tonight and it shows
I can tell by your face you don't wanna be alone
'Cause the mood is right and the time is now
And if you can't
weed high
(jim jones)
my momma allways told me aim for the sky
So I came out aimin bangin at guys
It was mainly slangin kane by the pies
And the fiends
Keep your hands over your eyes and
Maybe it will go away
Dirty, Dirty little secret
Joe McCarthy is alive and well today
When you face the mirror
rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would
Not burn
I said that's my girl, with the mean attitude
Take you down to the avenue
I said that's my girl, with the mean attitude
Oh baby oh what it do
Okay I
juggin duckin charges
Latley feelin like i need a strap
Remember nights it was nothing
Early mornin gotta chase a bag
Eatn healthy now they starving
trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
I hear you had a good offer down on Third Avenue
You tell me that was the reason
For whatcha' put me through, yeah
And now you come collapsin'
I hear you had a good offer down on Third Avenue
You tell me that was the reason
For whatcha' put me through, yeah
And now you come collapsin'
the backbones, of clones, with microphones
Never satisfied my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood types krylon, Technicolor type
over fast,
Got me doing laps like I’m in a culdesac,
I’m just hoping that it last take a lil photograph flash,
We’re not focused on the past,
Say it
when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like
the way)
I'm officially part of the holidays like Mariah now, nigga (wow)
Let's go
Y'all couldn't wait for this shit to drop, it's part of hip-hop
Will
made a real effort tonight and it shows
I can tell by your face you don't wanna be alone
'Cause the mood is right and the time is now
And if you can't
lean wit' it, pop wit' it (Bankhead)
'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin')
I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it)
I hopped
lean wit' it, pop wit' it (Bankhead)
'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin')
I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it)
I hopped
Now there's two ways we can do this
Keep it real or front
I know you got what I need and I got what you want
And the hunt for soulmates is all
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
It's time to go hard or go home
Now she's praying for her soul, Baby God
It's my epiphany, boss a move till the death of me
It's my epiphany, intuitive
a product of the system
[BLOODY MARY]
Bickin' it back being bool
Yeah, that's what my homie said
Rollin' down by the boulevard finna bust a see-K
That's
leavin' lit up my scoreboard
I usually make it through side A sober
All bets are off when I flip her over
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
I'm havin'
.JPG/300px-2brothersonthe4thfloor_(cropped).JPG "2 Brothers on the 4th Floor")
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