Lyrics:
'm the better half
I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch
I guess you know by now who's number one
Sometimes you don't know
But you gotta keep it Coolio Jones
And I'm independent living, no division of the vision
No permission before the mission my tush is
Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town.
I got much love in Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin',
I been doin' this shit fo
says, "Well, what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"
But something is happening
And ya don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones
I don't know you flaws
Sold some dawg you might fold and talk go pet and hold a dog
I change my mind I don't want you thots don't know what you
don't love you make 'em know you
I don't do lean with the soda, girl sippin' her mimosa
Told her baby use a coaster, tryna fly out to the coast of
Costa
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you
Mr. Jones I'd like to speak to you
For a moment if you don't mind
I love your daughter
And your daughter she wanna be mine.
Yeah, Mr. Jones
Now I'm a star and they want a piece
Bae I tried to keep it peaceful
Sometimes love don't come with redoes
Just know I tried hard to keep you
Cause
Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town.
I got much love in Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin',
I been doin' this shit fo
'll drop it next year yeah
Only come around if that love real
Apologize cause I don't know how love feels And I don't know much but I know that love heals
you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
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
be the investigator, I'm your private I (my love)
You know I want a piece of that pie
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
My love, hey,
goin down.
"Know what I'm talkin bout?"
[Bun B]
When you seee me with my gun on,
its a be a one on,
you know what type of shit Big Bun on.
Some
, hey, my love, hey
My love, hey, my love
My love
I love the way you're standing
Lips look so sweet, like cotton candy (my love)
That don't mean
with nobody but you, no man
I miss your rhythm and groove miss, don't know how you do it
All I know is I'm addicted to your love
And I can't go
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
careful
That we don't build our hopes up too high
'Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
In the field we show no love
You show up, you will get touched
I like wings way come with bones
Break them Vinnie Jones
They come, they come white
Jim Jones: Go... Could you be my psychiatrist and make
sure that my brain is right
And I heard that you love to sue,
you betta make sure that ya aim
jones don't even want a girl
While walking out your crib I'm otw to that girl
You yelling
Pissed off cause I'm not yours
Later on I text you
We still
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
cafe
Six-thirty, I know she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones
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