Lyrics:
this fuckin kid in the skull Look some motherfuckers don't play that shit Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things I'm one of them
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
waiting for you
Must you bring that horse in here Miss Jones
(although your snowshoes do look terrific)
Yes they all come from out of the sky you know
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
I'm--[scratches]
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street
false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'!
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put
get me
I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't catch me tipsy
Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones Who! Mike Jones
Who! Mike Jones
[Chorus: x2]
to serve and protect
Myself, because they ain't finna get me
I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't catch me tipsy
Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones
Who?
what is you thinking?"
When I hit Henn' bitch fuck it, I'm swinging
Walk in the Nawf, you know that they banging
(You know I got to pull up
[Chorus - Wyclef]
Chickenhead (Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight (yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes (Yes, we have
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
some are blooded-in
But there ain't no bloodin'-out
I'm on that same bullshit my
Big buzzings is about homocide, drive-by
Loaded clips and spit 'em out
and turning on the bed,
Jack thought of his late father
and his story.
I wish I had a hen
that lays golden eggs
in times like this.
The next morning,
when
GOING CRAZY
A QUARTER AT A TIME
HE STOPPED LOVING HER TODAY
OH, BUT I'M STILL DOING TIME
I'VE GOT JONES ON THE JUKEBOX
AND YOU ON MY MIND
THE COWBOYS IN
a-a-a-llright
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash it's a gas, gas, gas
Ooh yeah
Cha-na-na-na-na honey
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was down with a strap
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
to serve and protect
Myself, because they ain't finna get me
I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't catch me tipsy
Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones
Who?
for them issues show you what its bout
He in the L I'm in the Jack
Pop out to his house
Since I met you at that party boy you been a bitch
You carry all
you
So make way when my truck roll through
Or get rolled over like you was new road
Mos Def with the Jack Jones super shooter tap long
Act wrong
a million in a
Mattress
Shawty ask me why I never trust her she an
Actress
All my exes always spin the block
Ooh ooh
Ain't bout what I got it's what I'm bout
drank a fifth of Jack now I'm getting a buzz
Stepped in the truck, the tire done gone flat
I have to jack this shit up? Good thing I can call Dad
Now I
you out, next thing you know they screaming mac
Pull up in that all black, lift you like a car jack
Anything really for that rack, Miss the target had
a blue crab scuttling along the sand.
"Hey there, little guy," Jack greeted him. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"I'm just trying to find some
riches...
CINDERELLA
And a ball...
JACK
I miss my kingdom up in the sky
CINDERELLA & BAKER
More than anything...
BAKER'S WIFE
I wish we had more room...
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