Lyrics:
still pleading his case
Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
But I wouldn't take them home wit you
Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
ain't the shooter
(?)
Riding shotty in the chevy (?) know as a Krueger
Lyrical ruler (?)
You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please
Your bitch
supposed to do?
Will I get that call tomorrow?
Will you throw it all away?
Allie Jones
You could have had it all
Allie Jones
Your back's
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
Sweet Jones
New age pimpin i'm the bank if you need loans
Anfernee flows my magic come with clean some foams
Real stern, diction always get spoke firm
pollution, fresh air
My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass
Mile high club 'til I jetlag
Rothstein flow, casino
And you're just like Ginger, we
know me yeah I'm
Always switchin' the bitch
Like gooding on the mount
You know switchin' a pitch
I don't know nothin' about baseball
But I'm pitchin'
a collective hunch
Whatever you want the truth to be, simply fool the masses
Attack them mentally with tools of power like the Masters
Get em in elementary
And time move faster the more you get up there in age
In other news, I'm a G to the grave
I know they wanna see me burnt out, depleted and drained
High
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
into pushing wit' youngins runnin' from central bookin',
What's all that woofin'? Just know I brought a wolf in,
Like Head Ice...get ya head right
Hot romance we need
We like to get it on --
Do you like to get it on, too?
Well now, what did you have in mind?
Okay: well I get off bein' juked
With
always been the hustla type, smart black mother fucker
You know the type yo mom would like
I remember howard drive (Damn) I miss howard drive
Had so many
In the field we show no love
You show up, you will get touched
I like wings way come with bones
Break them Vinnie Jones
They come, they come white
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
the ounces, I can't count it, such a big amount (hey)
And, I can show you how to hit them mountains, bring them trees up out it
Diamonds like a fountain, you
these formalities man I like to chill out
Pull the trigger than we squeeze show you what we about
Show you what we about
I'm the realist nigga born in
If it’s a fact, then you fiction
All up in Onyx like Mike Jones
When I say that I be tippin
I swear that shawty don’t listen
Splashin the racks like
I'm just, Tryna Get my life, Right
It's a curfew, We can't Come out at, Night like
I'm trying to, Get my Money & my, Mind right
Cause I sleep, By day
on the boulevard
She met a man in a top hat
He said to call him Mr. Jones
He said a face like should be appreciated
Meeting you here well it must be fate
I got few
don't know why
Whoaa...
So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like
like abuse is a game?
Like tearing down your son’s father is a game
You have a son! Why are you
Still competing with me by telling him bad
Things about
the moment
She got brown eyes
That drive me crazy
Met her on campus
Her name was Tracy
Shawty thick as hell
She know that she can get it
Caught me staring
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