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4th Avenue Jones

4th Avenue Jones (originally 4th Avenue Jones' and sometimes credited as 4th Ave. Jones') was an American alternative Hip-Hop band based in Los Angeles, California. The band was conceived by Ahmad Ali Lewis, popularly known as Ahmad. The band's name comes from the popular idiom "Keeping up with the… more »

I'm getting tired of games 
Look at you, a year and a half and you still ain't changed 
So I'm out the door
Why you acting like I'm saying something I ain't never said before 
When I block the phone 
Don't be looking for me at my momma's, leave me alone 
I'm sick of you
And all of this drama you putting me through 

If he, really want to be with me
We can start a family 
If not then brother move on, move on, just go away
'Cause I ain't got time to play
 Working nine to five all day
Know what you can move on, just move on

Don't be coming with no drama, don't be coming with that
Don't be coming with no drama, don't be coming with that
Don't be coming with no drama, don't be coming with that
Move on, keep movin' on

I can't believe you got me feelin' this way
 Brother it's not alright, but ya it's OK 
Now I be leaving, I be moving away
Don't talk about it, prove it to me to stay
I had to pray when I was hoping to get back with you too
But you ain't ready on the regular be acting a fool
Like confetti in the wind would wherever you blew
But now I'm tired and too old pretend 

You don't understand that bust on line for line
On fam packin' ol' timer rappers, if front of me shining  trying to catch them from behind and
It's true, no man's an island 
So I'm through clubbin' and wilin'
No running from commitment, try to do four minute mile now
With you I'm always smilin
 Because I love a challenge 
You gray girl let me smother you with colour from my pallette 
You say I'm trippin' be thinkin' I be talkin' smack 
But if I walk out the door baby I won't come back
How many times I done put up with your whinin' ho?
Girl if you don't appreciate me I'mma find someone 
I'm always real with it, you know I ain't trying to play
You feelin' me, all my homies say 


Your mama lookin' at me like (kiss teeth)
What my daughter see in this
 Dreadlock captain always have me like I'm being frisked
 Bought me a new car, you bang the keys like a pianist 
Your mama say she hate it, then why she always be in it?
 Plushy in my BM, why I dress this way
Had to tell her Jab rocks like "I'm Shante"
Plus I love your daughter, I treat her like she Nephertiti 
And she never needy and she ain't ask me what I bought her
 Kinda homey 'cause her moms
was lonely when Pops jetted 
The only thing I'm leaving is this podium hot, get it?
So hold tight, no time for pressure play the zone
I'm sure you know I love you, but I heard you on the phone 
You said 



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