Lyrics:
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
you know I’m too lit
I’m too real to quit
This b****** always tryna start Some shit
They know I’m real, I’m too legit
Hopped in the coup with
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
GOING CRAZY
A QUARTER AT A TIME
HE STOPPED LOVING HER TODAY
OH, BUT I'M STILL DOING TIME
I'VE GOT JONES ON THE JUKEBOX
AND YOU ON MY MIND
THE COWBOYS IN
to serve and protect
Myself, because they ain't finna get me
I'm in the club sober as fuck and you won't catch me tipsy
Nigga! Yeah! I'm Mike Jones
Who?
and turning on the bed,
Jack thought of his late father
and his story.
I wish I had a hen
that lays golden eggs
in times like this.
The next morning,
when
a-a-a-llright
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash it's a gas, gas, gas
Ooh yeah
Cha-na-na-na-na honey
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was down with a strap
sitting in the back with my bros
Your girl really on me and life goes by
I make money stack ps you know I'm so high
Drip clean sip lean
Them guys talking
you
So make way when my truck roll through
Or get rolled over like you was new road
Mos Def with the Jack Jones super shooter tap long
Act wrong
drank a fifth of Jack now I'm getting a buzz
Stepped in the truck, the tire done gone flat
I have to jack this shit up? Good thing I can call Dad
Now I
a blue crab scuttling along the sand.
"Hey there, little guy," Jack greeted him. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"I'm just trying to find some
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
riches...
CINDERELLA
And a ball...
JACK
I miss my kingdom up in the sky
CINDERELLA & BAKER
More than anything...
BAKER'S WIFE
I wish we had more room...
Stuck in my beat suede shoes I can't wait,
Oh what a state to be in.
I need her heart and get a Jack-jones for my sins.
She's gonna ditch that
me
Living the dream cash rules everything around me
Back in the day use to call Mike Jones
Now i'm chatting it up with known rapper's that I use
homie
She tryna cause a scene
But I'm in Paris with my team
Walking slow like I'm on lean
Damn a nigga jewelry look so clean
I occasionally ball in Lanvin
a nigga scream
Nigga popped a perk and ate an all star at waffle crib
Only time I'm sleep in a bed is laying pipe in it
Superman jones can't be killed by
I got you in the mood
You ain't gotta front for me (ain't gotta front)
Know you need a little company (let you roll)
I can tell by how you talk
I'm sorry, I won't fall in love again
I've been hurt one too many of times
I'll be down and when you go and call again
I'll be right back up with my
of you and I'm aware
Anytime you're not around me I can't think of nothin else
Who's that higher than the roof again, it's
Brotha Malcolm in the booth
I'm Bones Jones' jawbone (yeah, wow)
Fuck Drake
(yeah, yeah) , fuck Drake (yeah, yeah)
Fortnite (yeah) get to build up to the
Pussy like a damn knight
days, creating eternal waves
I'm the bat in the cave
Well it's the ancient temple kid
Indiana Jones when I pull up with the whip
Forbidden treasures in
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
the mood
Quake out, quake out , quake out when I get in the mood , when I get get in the mood quake out, quake out , Quake out when I get in the mood
I'm
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