Lyrics:
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1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Welcome back. *audience applauds*
We're here on Bad Boy television, and I'm Trevin Jones
and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper.
And quite
You can ride all day long
Another mike diesel production (Mike Jones)
But you'll never catch Mr. Jones (Mr. Jones)
He's got a gang that's far too
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
album, when it hit the stores mayn
Who is Mike Jones, that's the album name mayn
And to you haters, uh
(even though what we do is wrong)
How you gon say,
like a submarine
Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine
Of tobacco so I can't slack yo
Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo
Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
Frank Zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark Volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
you don't show
Or hear you knocking
They got vacancy at the Howard Johnson
You know
Don't try to call me 'cause the ringer's off
Don't try to page me,
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
and the blood
I sweat even when I ain’t tryin
My niggas Dey call me da plug
So I just keep whipping dat fire
I whippin dat trick sent Terrance to Howard My
Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
Stayin in my zone
Kanye watch the throne
Falcons lead got blown
Don't blame julio jones
The score was 28 to 3
Brady said count on me
Then he led his team
sourdough
Growing up I never fit in
Chilling in the outer zone
Things been only getting better
Feeling like I'm Howard Jones
I gotta shine each time I
Step up
about a river runnin' thicker than water
And it's about blood
Once upon a time in America
Workin' man knew where he stood
Nowadays just gettin' by
with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
Already, I pull up on Perellis with
Howard. Pussy, look at me smile
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas
Disappeared brawny lumberjack Butch Jones
Released from fifteen years as Bigfoot love slave
Mourning wife says, "He's just not the man I married"
Vatican
bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found
rophynol chcą wskazać mi światło Santiago
Davy Jones nieśmiertelni piraci przy kryci ciemnią morskich fal
Stawiają na mnie krzyk jak przystało na prawdziwy
Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you, buddy can
on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you,
on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you,
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