Lyrics:
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
It's time to pay Jack
For all that you've done Jack
Your blessings a curse Jack
Jack eternity is a very long time
In the darkest void jack
Youll
WHAT'S UP MR.JONES?.
FOR THE LAST TIME
TIRED OUT
FOR THE LAST TIME
What's up mr.jones? Mr.Jones.
Ah no no, the rain is falling down
I ain't forgot about you, say you
I ain't forgot about you, ah no no yeah
Time after time, you still on my mind
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
and ask her
To live happily ever after Miss Amanda Jones
On and on she goes
Little Miss Amanda Jones
I said on and on and on and on
Just watch her
window, strokin
I just got the rope then i wrap around my throat
Swing around like a tire swing, Indiana jones
Im just kidding though, time to put it in
After a time after a time
After a time after a time
By keeping the transporters from
Mopping up the dopamine
By keeping the transporters from
Mopping up
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
-o'-lantern
Hollow like a jack-o'-lantern
There's a cold wind blowing, so now it's time to own it
That icicle indifference that you saved for this moment
To chill
[Queen Latifah]
Mercifully mercifully mercifully massacre Naughty By Nature
Through it ever time comin at a dance
My man Treacherous MC go
Tryna make it work, but man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinkin' old cheap bottles of wine
Shit talkin' up all night
Sayin'
Tryna make it work, but man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinkin' old cheap bottles of wine
Shit talkin' up all night
Sayin'
I see you standin' in the sun like an iron dinosaur
Got your tired head restin' on a west Texas floor
We were really something son back in our time
capsule of a cast
Until it collapse then after that perhaps his ass
Can snap and shatter and then subtract
Into a half of pack of Cracker Jacks
Now half
Let's Go
Hey LS3 What's up man
Man What's up man
It's your time man I'm trying to tell you its your time
I don't know man these people be talking
Jack comes tumbling after
And when I'm brave enough and find a clever way to kick him out
And I'm so high, not even you and all your love could bring me
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
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
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
And say it's the last time that I'll be around to be around
Oh well I'm torn and I'm tattered
So the thoughts in my head they get scattered
Oh well
an expensive purse
She get amused by my words I spit another verse
If I ever left rap then I'll get a Mike Jones hey teachers leave them kids alone
I'll never be
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