Lyrics:
[Parrish Smith]
Last man standing like Bruce Willis
About to kill with this
Niggas feel this the masters of realness
In your town to get down so
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
What's happenin'?
[Broad]
That guy's been staring at me since I've sat down.
[Mr. Jones]
What dude?
[Broad]
You know him?
[Mr. Jones
Nobody knows me like the monkey on my back
He's got control now and I'll never get it back
It's a brutal attraction like a moth to a deadly flame
like to show her a good time to hear her complain
Go postal Mrs. Jones
We know we give you trigger itch
We wouldn't have fucked with your car
If you
what I'm sayIn'
Cuz this here Is so vintage
She love Ta walk around in ah thong
Now I'm like Ms Ms. Jones Ms. Jones
You know Tha vibe so contagious
ain't giving you up, no
And baby you must know, you're giving me Love Jones
Through thick and thin, you roll with me like Michelin
Envisioning, your touch
is what I am, kilos by grams
This a stick up man, get out your car man
Only way is to survive, if my AK jam
Like Jigga, I'm standing in my B-Boy stance
or go home
Boom on these niggas like jiggaboo Jones
Boom on these niggas like jiggaboo Jones
Boom on these niggas like... uh
Know im the shit when i get
Cause "Who is Mike Jones?" is here
"Who is Mike Jones?" is here
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine every time I talk
I spit
feet yeah just move your feet
Just move your feet
Like we do it in the street
You already know me
Lil Andrew Carnegie
Just keep it clean
You know we rep
waves
You could get put in your place by
PETER JONES
Know he ain't ever afraid
Might cop an AP today
Thai for $4 okay
Don't go for the bunnies you cray
you're facin'
Prosecution set it with your opening statement
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family
willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H.
and get a job
'Cause this little hustle's getting you by
You're the dealer and the stoner with the sweetest kiss I've ever known
I know what I was on,
heartbeats props)
[Shock G]
Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground
Is going to stay down with the funky beats
Even if you know that I'm a junkie
just another sign of the times,
Miss Jones, it's
Just another sign of the
Dry your eyes, miss Jones
It's not as bad as it seems you
Get used
Listen, Ars' in no position to front
Know ya name Durrell Jones, you
Don't load and aim, you talkin' game
It's snakes in the grass but I'm
On point like
But luck's like that sometimes
(Don't you know I'm good for you girl)
I'll tell you something I can't stand
(Good for you baby! yeah)
You know I'm good
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
ahead of you, my boy, Just GET OUT OF THIS GROUP!
[Mark:] Howard, that was Studebacher Hoch, dressed up like Jim Pons, giving career guidance to the bass
a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
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