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Jesus and Jones (Trace Adkins) · Never Enough: The Best of Jesus Jones (Jesus Jones) · Never Enough: The Best of Jesus Jones [DVD] (Jesus Jones) · Hot Hot Hot: Eighties Top of the Charts (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Hot Hot (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Hot Hot (Buster Poindexter) · Instant Party: Hot! Hot! Hot! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Hot Hot (Arrow) · Hot! Hot! Hot! Dance Songs (Sesame Street) · Hot! Hot! Hot! Dance Songs [Koch] (Sesame Street) – and 90 other albums »


I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It’s so lovely, so lovely)
AZ’s for real
(Oh he’s for real)
He’s for real
(It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly)
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It’s so lovely, so lovely)
AZ’s for real
(Oh he’s for real)
He’s for real
(It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly)
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It’s so lovely, so lovely)
AZ’s for real
(Oh he’s for real)
He’s for real
(It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly)

At times I
Seem all the fellas understand what it feel 
'Cause it's a Nubian Jam and everything's real 

Seem all the fellas understand what it feel 
'Cause
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It’s so lovely, so lovely)
AZ’s for real
(Oh he’s for real)
He’s for real
(It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly)

At times I
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It’s so lovely, so lovely)
AZ’s for real
(Oh he’s for real)
He’s for real
(It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly)

At times I
y'all are listenin to!
All you dj's are lettin the program directors handcuff you
And sit there and tell you how to mix?! you fuckin robots!
Fuck y'all!
hear?

(By the time you see him {*BLAM BLAM*})
That means it's real f***in hard to shoot me, you hear?

[girl]
Light Speed, blazin Chronic through
the Golden Child, chased by Sodom
Newenze gots my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me you hear?

That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear?

Light
'Cause once the grits is hot, yo they're good as got 

Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a 
Brother tell another about the real grits getters
the brain
My ostrich headband, playin ball
Move upon the floor like I'm Allen, show my crossover now
Cadillac the fifth wheel, six hoes in the back
Keith
real, yeah

I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Id rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll 
But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me ill be around
(mike Jones) but
Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers 
Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows 
My rap shot's hot but suppose you get 
Caught
cohap the quick draw
We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture

For real, for real
Who comin' to get y'all
Mix
Step into the spot the venue is
cohap the quick draw
We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture

For real, for real
Who comin' to get y'all
Mix
Step into the spot the venue is
hust-hustlin'

[Bridge: Jay-Z]
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle-hustlin'
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
a Kodak Moment
But hold that thought
Hurricane wrist game
Turn that junk off
Hot as piggly wiggly
Cant Kermit the frog dog

Early in the morning
I
Aha , you know what I mean?
Word up, just want to bring em to it real
Real rugged like, uhh, man
Make me feel like I'm method out and all that,
Fellows, if you're arn I will spin a yarn
That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones
Once he had the blues so he took a cruise

Far away from
[Featuring Kane & Abel  Mia X  Mystikal  Silkk The Shocker] 

[Master P] 

Uhhhhhh  ha ha 

Where the real niggas at 

Right chea  right chea
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way

You get mad puff-lie all day
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, stretch!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til