Lyrics:
to sucka punch me, I was like ouch
Brushed that off, now I'm back sucka bounce
You was cool for the moment
But you didn't own it
Now you corny brother Jonas
from what I'm spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all
When I be asking
Yo who is more dramatical
This one that one
The white one or the black one
Pick the punk
And I'll jump up to attack one
Brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
We represent the jungle
We represent the brothers
Coming at you live
Like New York
Brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
We represent the jungle
We represent the brothers
Coming at you live
Like New York
candy
(Ya dig)
What up Philly
Let me burn a dutch, I'm burnin' up
Light the roof on fire, just by turnin' up
Actin' like they aint heard of us
Bitches
Twenty candles, blow 'em out and open your eyes
We were looking forward to the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's
from what I'm spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are
Once in the country there was a little boy; every morning that he
would go to the table with his little two sisters and brothers, you know,
he
How's everybody doing tonight?
Welcome to the Burnin' Up Tour, everybody
We are the Jonas Brothers
And I think it's time that we get this party
blessings just like bonus
That grave was empty can't see where the bone is
I'm with my brothers in Christ like Jonas
Vanish from sin like hocus pocus
God hit
Blow 'em out and open your eyes
We were lookin' forward to the
Rest of our lives used to keep my picture
Posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser
Twenty candles, blow 'em out and open your eyes
We were looking forward to the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's
was up in jail when J-Money died (I was)
Hard times, I was thinkin' 'bout homicide (damn)
No cryin', I'll be out by the summertime (on God)
Click
brothers, sticked up don't try to provoke us
Know how shit go niggas pussy and kitten with whiskers, never lead by no action just posers
Ready for war when I
your hand holding yo dick
When you fuck the streets, just make sure the road is paved
Hustlers live by a code, and they swore to take it to their grave
some time
For the brother to hook up a line
As if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is God
Science I be dishin' out be hard
Deep in his eyes,
in a Chevy Cobalt
Jonas Brothers, better turn it up
When we fly down I-35
Don't lie to me, I just want the truth
No handshakes, I just want the news
family, my brother, my geezer, my akhis)
It's just me and my brothers
Yo, it's death before dishonour
It ain't just a saying, that's a rule we live by
it real like the Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers)
Riot shield in the field like I'm undercover
Double O Seven, seem like I'm independent on this
up mind
Mo-Fo giggly ass two ton hyde
You wouldn't believe this dream I had about a witch by your side
Unbelievable dream I had about candles burnin
And these shoddys like no other
I splice up on the mic like butter
With my brothers like it's Jonas
In my whip I'm doing donuts
By myself, I'm a real loner
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