Lyrics:
be unsatisfied
Demanding sacrifice
Ohh my my, Ms. Jones
I wonder what might unfold on tonight's show
Sideways Paving Co. you've got your hands full
Just tell spaxe what's really going on
Why you won't pick jones calls
Why you won't reply at all
Just tell spaxe what's really going on
Cause jones
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
and Jones shakes the tackle at the Tornados 40. A big hole opens up, and Raven Davidson is moving to take his shot, but Jones slips by him and has an empty
zrobię sos
Typy z kosami w kielni czają się
Chcą mi zabrać to co z tego
Że mam fejm? Że twoja dupa zna mnie?
Nie dam ci tego wziąć, mów mi Morgan Jones
miej w opiecie dobrych ludzi MS Prorok
Co jest moje co jest moje jest twoje
Ręka myta jest ręką
Co jest moje co jest moje jest twoje
Ręka myta jest ręką
up)
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh, that's why I gotta tell you now
Baby please, hang up the phone 'cause I'm talking to your father
Mr Jones, Mr
to close friends
Somehow I became your girl
Ever since that day
Let's call it April 8th
Something in my mind wanted to change my name
To Ms. Jones, Ms
has an O-level in chemo-hygiene.
Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris (T.J.) , married to a very attractive table
lamp. Nigel Incubator-Jones (J.C.), his best
We in the steel
Hangin' out baby
I love titties
I love boobs
I love titties
And I love boobs
Open the good boo
And it's Skippy Jones
I'm in my zone
wiem po co tu jestem
Wiem że muszę zmieść ten klub z powierzchni
Wchodzę i detonuję semtex
C4 by rozerwać tłum do reszty
Przebić mury
Robię sztukę potem
Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are
Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin'
by uniknąć tej zarazy
Co widzę oczami to że władza w chuja wali
Sami kradną na potęgę ludzi straszą wyrokami
Wyrok jest z pomówień niefart i trafiasz
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
papier
Nie pisz jakiej byś nie miałą tali ja to
Niejednego a to już było także jeszcze raz
Mocny w japie dwa nie no serio jeszcze raz
Wiele się zmieniło
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
And he played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day and night
No runnin' up
do without it
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
And he played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day
do without it
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
And he played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day
do without it
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
And he played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day
do without it
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
And he played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
without it
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
And he played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day and night
No
do without it
All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones
And he played the clarinet with all his might
He studied night and day, he practiced day
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