Lyrics:
(riding)
Imma keep you by my side like my chrome (woah)
Ballin on these niggas ain’t no 4th & long (ballin)
Blowing on that gas
Yea we got that strong (gas)
killed my baby's father!]
Order in the court!
I'm sorry for the outburst your honor
I have an original copy of the police report
January the 4th
Tat Chat Chat ooooh 4th Avenue Jones'
K-Ci himself
(himself, himself) Shabba dabba dee swee swee
Ha Ha Oh yeah, lemme tell ya now, oh yeah
I never
you fuckin with?
You down South with the Klabman, close your fuckin mouth
I'm Lenny Jones, chewin steaks, y'all eatin chicken bones
4th of July them
biting's never condoned
From the Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the second batter Ras Kass
shooting)
We rhythmically inclined cataclysmically in time to be defined the bosses
I got a Jones for a hit, so I'm swerving the block
On 4th Ave 'cause I
want and that's it, My Guy
A big part of me is bout ready quit, My Guy
4th floor in my apartment, microphone in front of me
I'm playing Donnell Jones
on me
My life 4th and inches to me
I'm feeling like Mike Jones
Cause back then they didn't want me
Now they want to be my Mrs.
This mission it take
The rawness rages through the pages of The Bluest Eye, Like the audience gasped when Douglass asked them: “What to the slave is your 4th of July?
Deep like
my shit with my lyrics 4th down when I punt
It's crazy how people think life is a woman if so then she got her one helluva cunt
I'm thru changing what
friendly
On the 4th of July stick a needle in my eye
I said "I didn't do nothin'" & "what's this all about?"
He said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his
to Come and Play everyday, hated 4th grade
But try and catch me at reccess shooting before I fade away
Used to tune into the Saturday Mix just to hear what
played in 4th note
Feels like a secret language
It feels like morse code
This feels like a horse rode into the sun in Indiana Jones worn clothes
This
racing
Then his eyes shifting down every block hoping it's earlier
Tommy slow up on the corner of 4th & Summer
He's dead ahead but then he felt something
the kinda drip they don’t make in the store
Got the kinda chicks they don’t make anymore
Hold onto your quarters I was made for the 4th
Put me in the game I
face high rise
It didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile
But we played at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m.
Sound man wanted to kill us then
He was
Bye bye, hater, real niggas winning
The 4th of July don't
Tell me I'm independent (Nah)
I'm killing it, bro, my motive locomotive
Zero to ninety-nine
to the 4th of Julio
Too much to fit in one 16
So let me cook like the festival on 1/16
Mean, my career's been like one sick dream
A nightmare, scary how I does
something new
Hes through
He done
Cant do this shit for fun
I got a lot up on my back goddamn it weigh a ton
Like madden I won't punt
I'm going 4th down
I'm
something new
Hes through
He done
Cant do this shit for fun
I got a lot up on my back goddamn it weigh a ton
Like madden I won't punt
I'm going 4th down
I'm
There's a place outside of Memphis
where I met the travelin' man
Preachin' on a wall of sound
built by his ragin' band
I saw a sparkle in his eye
What's happenin' folk
Yours Truly P.Rowe in the building man, yeah haha
We gon' do this one like this man
I don't even know if it's gotta hook
Peltoma Avenue
Remember Jimmy Jones, the roadhouse was his home
At the motel out by the interstate
How he loved to sing, would laugh about
Around my wayyyyy
(Ok this ya boy Jones aka Capo Status)
Around my wayyyyy
(I'm about to take you through
My way you know the
Projects and all that,
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