Lyrics:
up one day, ya know what I'm saying?
And I was like man you don't know what'chu talking about
And now I'm here, "Who is Mike Jones?"
Holla at'cha
and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me
I wanna be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me
We're gonna be big stars
Believe it, playboy
You know we the number 1 stunnas
How you diggin' that, nigga
Look, look
Went to Miami bought a Lam', and showed love
My
and state your name, and where you're from.
Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle
and, I just don't understand, why you so mad. (yo, yo)
Like
so to the hood I'ma go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know
That I get love from the be's, love from the see's
Mexican, Asian
and play
Mr. Jones and me
Looked into the future
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
She's looking at you
I don't think so
She's looking at me
Standing in
Lick Ya, Naw, None Of That
To Tha Bedroom Give Me Head Room
Straight To Tha Point, My Time To Clown
Let you Know From Tha Gate, I don't Go Down Town
Too
Jones, don't you know who I am
She looked at me and said, well
We used to be good friends
And whatever happened, to just falling in love
She said open up,
and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me
I'm wanna be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me
We're gonna be big stars
some more
(Oh yeah)
Or maybe I should just take you home
And make you feel for me, like a love Jones
(Yeah, I said)
What we gonna do when the 'L
I be cuttin' ya girl while you be goin' to work bruh
When she first called my conscience was like, "Hell naw, Fate don't"
But she said, "I'm only
of mind
For years because of your uneasy
Soul i still do i guess some things
Take time you definitely don’t know me
Now and probably never knew me you
Make
Shut up
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
Hey you over there, I know about your kind
You're like
Shut up
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
Hey you over there, I know about your kind
You're like
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
from Philly, I love you boo
Don't just stand there, get into it (let your body go with the flow)
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it (you know you
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
control in Philly
I know you really won't choose
To box or draw heat
And really shoot a shot 'cause you're sweet
You fuckin' scared, I don't fuckin' care
Cooked up but this isn't, right?
KW: I mean everyone out there in TV world
Real world, whatever world you stay in
Needs to know that
I’ve never done
fine by herself and she looking at you bruh
She don't care about me
She don't want me man
She don't want me
Theres no point of singing dancing if I know
to Howard
Guess the money don't make the love sweet
Cause you call me in heat
Every time it goes sour
You wonder through his corridor
He don't know I got you
and thats just in the car
Borderline genius
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones' body
Gave you auditions, they say I'm a gymnast in
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
day
We'll be coming back for you one day
I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds
Sad to leave it all behind
We'll be coming back
We'll be
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