Lyrics:
Young Jack Jones
When I get in that zone
Come alive in the night no joke
So I run to the game to escape my woes
No shame, rap makes me whole
Dash
hello?
[Contact]
What's happening?
[Krayzie]
Yeah, I'm in the motherfucking spot now, man
[Contact]
He there?
[Krayzie]
I don't see
I come from Memphis stuck off in the trenches, im dodging the shakers jumping over fences.
I sin on the daily praying for forgiveness, do dirt by
YEAH I'M TALKING BOUT TRAGIC
HOOK:
TEN TOES YEAH I DO IT ALL ON MY TODD
ON MY JACK JONES BUT OTR BE MY SQUAD
RED BEAM ITS A BIG TING THAT I GOT
DON'T
a dream that I thought was love
In the house that Jack built (the house that Jack built)
I'm gonn' remember this house!
Oh-ohh wha-a-at is the use
a dream that I thought was love
In the house that Jack built (the house that Jack built)
I'm gonn' remember this house!
Oh-ohh wha-a-at is the use
for mine
Why hate on me and you far behind
Wasting time by talking down
You can still trash and I'm in my prime
You feeling bad and I'm feeling fine
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white, Bustopher Jones in white
Bustopher Jones in white spats
So much in this way passes Bustopher's day
sounding like dikes
Allow me to get on and bust like Spike (uh)
Lee, I'm in the majors with no rotation
Through stations of bullshit, I see through like
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
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'
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
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
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
backs a big pat
They deserve a future full of joys
'Cause they're our Yankee doodle
Yankee doodle
Yankee doodle
Doughboys
I'm private jones from
a name like crack jack
Similar to mike jones
Say my name enough then I'm takin' you home
You know I walk when I talk when I sleep with the girl
One
rakes was dropped
ABC and PIX11, yellow tape the block
That pussy, I'ma punish that
Them blickys, I'm in love with that
(Blickys, I'm in love with
complain cause Mike is hot
I'm hopin out for the baller block
Pimpin hoes in the parking lot
Flippin (??) with no halter top
They say Mike Jones fell off
left home
I was playing cards right
You were playing Warzone
Now I'm 21 and I'm in flight mode
Will I get the big break
Tell 'em only lord knows
Spin
blend
The pleasure dome into another roam -
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
That's rarely sober. but there's no tracin
I see the place in the flow. I'm
When them niggas sending shots
They shootin' to get the spot
That I'm in, nigga (Ha ha ha)
You know what it is when I spin the block
(Ah) uppin' this
a name like crack jack
Similar to mike jones
Say my name enough then I'm takin' you home
You know I walk when I talk when I sleep with the girl
One
and the gambling wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standing in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts
He moved across
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