Lyrics:
with cute walks
Weed and the summer breeze set the mood off
HumpFree:
I know I'm the last muthafucker alive you thought you'd see here
But I snuck up
ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack
THINGS.
YOU’RE THE MOOD.
THE MOOD I’M IN TONIGHT.
THE MOOD THAT LEAVES ME HIGH.
OH, YOU’RE A MOOD.
A HINT OF PARADISE,
A WISH COME TRUE FOR LIFE.
BABY
been a good dude
Head rush, almost got me feelin' like them 'woods do
Keep me in a good mood I'm about to push through
You my summertime
Can't
to ride?
We can slide
All through the night
Doors suicide
Moon light, set the mood right
You my boo, right?
Are you, down to ride?
You stay, by my side?
We
or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names
Is the name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of us
down because it's built by jack
(Bridge)
And now I'm feeling lovely
It's cold outside but I'm on fire
Sipping on some bubly
My feet are sore but I'm
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now I'm the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
'Cause Captain
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
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?
run to every new thing under the sun
You be a jack of all trades and a master of none
Mood Swinging
La la la la la... eh oooo oo X4
Soon come
you know I’m too lit
I’m too real to quit
This b****** always tryna start Some shit
They know I’m real, I’m too legit
Hopped in the coup with
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
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
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
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