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I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones
Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together
quarrel with men of
Decency at any level but
I can't believe that decency stems
Only from religion and
I can't help wondering how many
Public figures make
From Russia with love
Vy O-chen' Kra-SEE-vaya
You know I wanna be by ya
No dasvidaniya, ay
I just wanna get to know ya
Oooh oooh, baby your a diamond
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
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
you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
You smashed in the face by the bass of Cool J
I'm
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
"Everyone on Sesame Street is always talking about love. Yuck"
"Hundreds of Berliners from East and West, standing atop the Wall, with chisels
(Cliveden: the area by the pool
Which glimmers just offstage, in the
Shadow of the immense house wARD
And CHRISTINE sit with IVANOV
Drinking
not no motherfuckin phony
Hanging out with my girl
When she's honing
Don't you know about me and Bimba Jones
Stoney likes to see
Pure music joints
browning with a fat back
She can tek this wood
Now she's good
Back in my zone on my jack jones
Been tryna stack notes
Tryna stack notes
Out here strategising
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
everybody choose)
Weren't even as expensive as mine
The Tray, Fly boy Lifestyle (milk rain)
You Heard me
Drippin from my head to my feet, splashin
Everything
to Manhattan
Like Vanessa from "Soul food" when she came at night
Thank God, it was a dream 'cause I woke up with my wife
Chicken head
(Jack it up, jack it up)
it’s only love, the rest we Ray Charles
My clique bad, keep it tight, I don’t paddy with haters
Yah ooo ayy
Rap it on the main
Jack Jones, pop it for
the phone up in his hand.
Each time the County Sheriff stopped by
A part of Mr. Jones would die
And from his eyes the tears began to run
And he began to pray
Jones didn't want to be in the battle rolling in on a tank I don't need rest
I will stand with Russia not as the underdog but the patient loving parent
from a legend Rashida Jones
I perform on the stage like I'm Michael Jack
If I give you a taste that's a heart attack
I'm waiting patient for hubby hubby
But then you bitched up
$50, 000, rejected from Mook
That broke my heart
Nigga not what I expected from you
Thought you was Cassidy, The
Hustla, with
[talking]
Mike Jones, who
(even though what we do is wrong)
[Mike Jones]
I know, what I be doing is wrong
But I'm a hustler fo' life, fuck with two
Jack's dad
Jack's dad was mad at Jack
Jack's dad didn't understand
This is real love between Tina and Jack
Tina was fast, Tina was bright
Tina was
Come Who...Mike Jones
[Mike Jones]
Hittin the block with rocks in socks let down my top when the sun is hot
Ice drippin from grilling watts
Some
check your mail
Cos I'll come by post that fine put holes in your dough like homer
Full, nike outfit no jack jones
I boost physical man I got a backbone
with the force of a lyrical soldier
From Russia with love in the lab, the potion is mixed
We ain't about being tricked
We ain't about being slick
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