Lyrics:
ain't chilling in myrtle beach
But still I'm making all of these waves
Don't catch no breaks get no sleep
But bitch you know im getting paid
I'm feeling
, Jones, Jones)
Well I'm cruising down the street in my candy painted low (low)
Bouncing like a door, with 4 on my 6 4's
I pull up wood gripping, doors
got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking
tricks
(When it gets messed around with I?m the one, I?m the one)
And I?ll be happy to give all up
You know what baby?
(What?)
[Verse 1] [Jim Jones]
Do
get two tries
Die if you try to
You trippin' like a gangsta that's
Piru wearin' sky blue
I know a guy who hand missin'
Before a gram of rock to use
And who would steal the candy from a laughing cub's mouth
She's turning cubs to stone so you better watch out
Widder Jones goes jumping in again
Three
off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Well, get 'em
yaknahmean?
You a Buttercup girl
Oh is that right?
Yeah
Well, I got Love Jones for you
Word, tell me about it
Chorus: Angel Cake
I’ve know ya
Nostalgic moments feels like magic don’t it
Girl you killin' ‘em, my condolence
That’s how you on it? Yea that’s how you on it
And I’m gonna
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-are-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a bitch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke,
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-are-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a bitch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke,
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
many
People for drugs that are now, right
Now illegal all over the nation
Well, as a policy matter, it's absurd even
Before you get to race, it's also
40th: that's me yo
Clips, 11 off, bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing
Missin' is seven dwarfs
Killa Cam, you know he bout it bout it
Jim Jones
me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so delit, you
off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Well, get 'em
And you say to yourself that he is broke
Well how the hell am I ballin', like Spalding
I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling
Can't
Walk around with drummers and shit
All of my niggas they carry them sticks
They toting toolies like tubas
We'll let it blow in this bitch
I met a jaguar
I knew you before and I saw you
At a wedding and I remember you telling me
I want people to know this side
Of you and different things
Like this and I
ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I
KushedGod, bitch, the realest
Uh huh, Pete Rock, Smoke DZA
Right, soul brother number uno
Let's get it, homie and you know
Right let's go, DZA
In a perfect
And you know something's happening but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Well, you walk into the room like a camel, and then you frown
You
throat by a dick man
I got two three one six five man
I was there on the corner
You know what it is
I'm selling croissants
Like a fuckin' grandma
Grandma,
Well I'm around right now
And here I'll stand like it matters
Only once gets through and then gets scattered by the rain
But pain gives me the right
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