Lyrics:
this is Dow Jones
80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone
The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring ya'll
been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want
with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,
Stay loyal get to work and we get you a chain
So I'm locked in like a missile
In the stu yea cookin up hits surrounded by bitches and pistols
Like mighty
through my life
So I might have to do it on me jack jones(Jack jones)
They say ‘Morgan you’re doing so well’
But they still won’t share my tracks though
Sentimento puro, momento íntimo único
Um time a conquistar título polêmico
Depois de um clássico já nos acréscimos
Já quase incrédulo, pondo fim num tabu de
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
The summer vibe (Yeah)
We summer vibin’
Written By: Tabyas Jones
hometown I can't have now
Buy a building in cash, ain't puttin' half down
The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now
Yeah, they fuckin' with Jack now
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
In ya Jones that you fall Motorol burner
Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
All
to pain and repercussions
I know I said that I live my life for Jesus
But at times I might come across as a non believer
Faith shaken by heartaches
MC's aren't human 'cause they got two faces
They be chillin', willin', always time killin'
Wack rumor spillin' while Jack be still in charge
Asking
Ey you know what time it is, right, hahahaha
Khaligraph Jones, hey Dax what's good
You ready?
Big shout out to Vinc on the beat btw
Let's get 'em
on the Nawfside one time)
Dope boy mentality, dope boy mentality
Walk in the kitchen, I make a fatality (finish him)
I feel like Takeoff, yeah we moving
I see
Hey Big Spender spend, a little time with me
This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie
All these girls be raunchy
Like let me see your peen
Well It's not even noon and I'm on my fifth beer
Too much Jack and my head still ain't clear
Thought a Jones' song might help me get by
But not this
get into
I'm back right
And I know you know the song
Like Jack And rose in the ocean
I adore you holding on
This is album mode Third
Told my maps
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
by all the beginning
It was round the summer time when all this happened
By the Ida's B's walking pass I ran into Eze Jackson
We started rapping
bet on me now
I feel like mike jones they ain't want me then
But now they all here and they wanna stay now
Don't got no time to waste it's either you
where loyalty
Don't mean a thing
Your best friend will go and
Stab you in your backbone
Some more time, J Hus, I'm on my Jack Jone
I was on my grind, baby
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