Lyrics:
by me
yeah, for real
Skit
Figuero Jones
I just wanted to take the time to say that
after everything we've been through
you known and we've done
like I'm Peter Jones
I still keep some dragons with me like I'm Stormborne
They're screaming, "More stormz," so I give 'em more Stormz
Mandem were
look you in your eyes I turn medusa into stone
How many more nights could i survive all alone
The infamous but lil less known Paula Jones
Cause don't
time homie Laps gets down
Me I need more than these boats and a crib
I need the type of guns Tony had exposing your ribs
I ain't with these phony cats
vision, got my eyes peeled
Freddy Kreuger tearing the quota, and leave 'em sleeping with the fishes
Just spooning with Davy Jones
Imma send 'em down
up
Bih, say, JONE$, what's the ticket? I say, cost too much
Bih, say, JONE$, what you do? I don't do too much
Bih, say, JONE$, what you, I'm like,
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
všechno se změnilo
Pamatuju Zutroy, Iscream boyz
Pamatuju crunk jackpot ballin bordel
Bez nás by to, co je teď, more, nikdy nebylo
Můj chain a bílý
mě ty čubky nechtěly, teď všechno se změnilo
Pamatuju Zutroy, Iscream Boyz
Pamatuju Crunk Jackpot ballin bordel
Bez nás by to, co je teď, more, nikdy
a dog
No, I ain't pickin' up no
Girl for no security, jack
Didn't Paris Hilton finally get
Her jewelry back?
And Tiger Woods needs some back-up
Boy, don't
[Excerpts from the Jim Jones suicide tape]
Jim Jones: "Living--you're looking at death and it looks--living is much, much more difficult. Raising up
I been sitting on my jack jones
Thinking about your backbone
how I got behind it
Had to let me wine it
Had to let me dine it
All about timing
changed up
Was the genre
Had to switch it up and reconstruct
To make more commas
A diamond from Salone and I ain't talking no Rihanna
I'm favored by
Hemmingwell to Gleneagles on my mountain bike
Getting high in the racecourse every other night
Flying home on my jack jones A45
High offa life
No i don't carry
brain, like a bad hoe
Jake's ask who done it, jack jones
New chromes like a new phone
Cus my donny rank it out like a ringtone
You ain't never been in beef
When you got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk o' lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead
When a chick is smilin' at you
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
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
to the point
Whereby they might more
Fully enjoy the ambiance of Miami By Night)
Where ya from? Ah, the bus
Which one? You know the last tour
You know leather
niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day
by any other name, smell just as sweet
Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard
Come through with a Union Jack, full of yard
Akala, Akala, where for
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