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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
Howard
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave

It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward
And I wonder how he feels
For he slept in Jesse's bed and he
the groceries here 
And I watch your world go by 
The big black belt keeps turning 'round 
And that southern sun is in my eyes 

And chickens keep
I dream of money, wake up and chase cash,
By 3:45 I make twenty-four-sev,
And I'm talkin' thousands we can add that to the stash,
God damn--forgot
I dream of money, wake up and chase cash,
By 3:45 I make twenty-four-sev,
And I'm talkin' thousands we can add that to the stash,
God damn--forgot
the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missile and snap a bone tissue
Red covered the floors, only by the doors
Incase
the door nigga,

Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me
Now I blew up
bitch naked like my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don't
They say that I'm dangerous
Like everything I touch falls apart
If I were to tell, they'll kill me now
Well imma cut to the chase

I used to wish
They say that I'm dangerous
Like everything I touch falls apart
If I were to tell, they'll kill me now
Well imma cut to the chase

I used to wish
bitch naked like my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don't
Frank Zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark Volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
when she walk
Like a Love Jones when she talks
Such a cutie right? Their whole crew is tight
But they don’t do it like her

It seems like for a while
slip, I'm workin' with fly clips

We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on
Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones
Crush your
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah(4x)

[Verse 1: Andy]
Come on a trip to the centre of the nebulous place
I'm your host (Space Ghost!) on this cosmos chase
It's
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still
a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that like to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait,
Hips and thighs,oh my!, stay focused

(Jones!) He, she blowticious,
Lamborghini, it's audicious
From Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood,
500 Horses
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click, 
Just a matter of time
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
marijuana
Rome by the home copiana from mama drama
Chase blood like a piranha, sleepy eyes from that ganja
Left your neighborhood burning in flames, just
fin to make your day

Breaking the mic, since my reputwa

Like niggas at Cornbread's, sipping the bar

Like Roy Jones, when he be breaking a jaw

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