Lyrics:
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
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
[Jim Jones]
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just
at the game, I move step in first place
Leave 'em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake 'em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see
We gon' get it, we gon' get It Eat Daddy B, but the Recipe's spit
They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser Van, smashing up
Two jacks
the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol? ass, thick ol? thighs
Mrs.Trina, baddest bitch, that's right
Diamond princess running 3.0.5
I still
x2]
[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam!
Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott,
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
When you've got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead!
When a chick is smiling at you
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
ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack
you need a man to make you feel secure then baby
You ain't gotta look no more I got the cure
You want money and jewels (jewels)
You want clothes
When you got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead
When a chick is smilin' at you
Even
and indecent
Hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
Made
he comes home from the war
We'll take care of him, mother
We'll do everything that you would do, yeah--and more
Rat-tat-tat-tat
We'll give their
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
is this jacket is mink, Jack Daniels my drink, Jack Jones my drip
And she knows what's good, so I tell her what's good, and we gone link, okay, and she
but pray for me each day
And whisper words of comfort
Jack, to her that's far away
And whisper words of comfort
Jack, and take her by the hand
Creed
I just want mo stack, cos me no trust no body
On my Jack Jones cos these
Dickheads don't know money
You've got no soul
That's why your career's
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
I won't say that I'm the only one who loves her
And I won't say I make her happy all the time
There's
to
The kenwood speakers as they jam out those old school tunes
Well george jones could but i cant stop loving you
By the way you look tonight
Well shes the three
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