Lyrics:
eventually things happened
And there they were, having sex
So they both orgasmed over and over and over again
Each time bringing all of these Creations to life
lean wit' it, pop wit' it (Bankhead)
'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin')
I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it)
I hopped
lean wit' it, pop wit' it (Bankhead)
'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (flossin')
I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (do it)
I hopped
it, I can smell it
(Sometimes it gets hard)
Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power
(Don't let 'em pull your car over)
Now and forever more
Making life
she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casket
When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
'cause he was the champion, as the champion he was my
Emotions
Like A Porno
I Wanna Be James Brown
I Should Have Been Tom Jones
Terminator
Alligator
Goofy!
I Don’t Know
Where Do I Go
It Doesn’t Matter
I Won’t
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
out cause she holding my baby
I pop a perk
And that shit get me wavy
Goat at this shit
Bitch I feel like tom brady
If you ain't know
I'm jones
I take
Part 1 - Intro
Tom Sawyer... (Rush, 1981)
Snakes why dId it have to be... (Indiana Jones, 1981)
Thriller... (Michael Jackson, 1982)
Chicago Bulls...
Oh man what's that?
That's when you O.D and you say Oh Gee!
1...2...3...4...
Tom McCann was sittin' in the sand by the ocean
Tom McCann looked into
ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can
the chinese police
Here the dogs roll by?
Is this here they keep
The philostophers now,
With the rugs & the dust,
Where the books go to die?
How many yez got?
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
know I aint missin'
Tom Cruise shit, I've been on a mission
Six long years in the game
Upgraded man, but I am the same
Still take the art, over the fame
yea I got a love jones, let's go to my home
Imma make you feel real grown, if ya man call don't answer the phone
Now we in da zone, we can roll a B
(Hellrell)
By the time this shit touch the streets
Ill prolly be shackeled down on the bus wit beats
But imma ride anyway
Get high anyway, and let my vvs
I ain't tripping over nothing
I just flip it keep it coming
People pushing on my buttons
I ain't giving for nothing
I remember having nothing
I
and girlfriends
They all want to hang me
A blond spelled with an e
Dead at 36 years old
Lying on a mortuary slab
They say it's very, very cold
Over by
we over for good
Like Tom and Giselle
Roll with me
From the stoop to the coupe
To the loop
Oh We
You know it's me
You know the vibes butterflies
Your
I'm comin’ for the top
Comin’ for the top
Watch the body's drop
Watch the body's drop
The body count accepting all donations
Split a swisher, roll
be cooking
I'm bake oven
Baked me a brownie
Now I sing like Beethoven
Y'all seeming rowdy
When I say I'll take over
Shit gon be quiet real soon
Dipped
and mic device
Up the price
The time is right for shows at night
Peace to The Roots that chop "Clones"
Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones
Slap
the land of the unseen hand that holds trouble
Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double
The struggle ain't right up in ya face, it's more subtle
trouble
Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double
The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle
But it's still comin' across like
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