Lyrics:
, A little Brown Sugar
I'm trynna be your poodah, I'm trynna be your nigga
You say that you scared, I say hold me close
And then we yell cheers cause, We made
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones
Ever since I
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo
Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones
Ever since I was
a Livery stable
Doc Brown and his practice went
On the hitchin' post at the curb below
To advertise his wares
He nailed a little sign that read
'Doc
love
She don't merely fit like a glove
That little girl's got the Jones
That little girl's got the Jones
That little girl's got the Jones
She's tryin'
Ay, yo, ay
Ay, yo
I need to control my shit
Get em, get em
Ay, yeah, ay, huh, woo
I got that Jones, I got that Jones
I got that work, better answer
Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the curb below to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up
to?
Nigga your career is done as soon as they drop you
And all those little groupies you was cool with forgot you
The game never came with no easy
Juanita
She’s a redneck woman in her prime.
Freida Juanita Jones
(spoken) Hey Freida, make me a waffle with some hash browns, smothered, covered,
Juanita
She’s a redneck woman in her prime.
Freida Juanita Jones
(spoken) Hey Freida, make me a waffle with some hash browns, smothered, covered,
Hold on, this sounds like elevator music
Chris Brown
Big Boi
Yeah
Hook, line and sinker, I knew she was mine the day I seen her
Got a big
Jones"
[Chorus]
Jones, oh Jones
Well you know you can't last long
Jones, oh Jones
You better bring my woman back home
[Verse 3]
Well I had a little gal
It's a knee-jerk reaction, fall to my knees and beg
Just a still little voice, just a matter of choice
Just the mention of your name
Did it have
Writers: "Country" Johnny Mathis, V. Frank & George Jones
(Changed his name from Brown to Blue)
We stood there in the courthouse room
So close yet
sorry man wow
The skies a narcotic black jack bones oh
Mrs. Jones aww Mrs. Jones
Cute little doggy won't leave me alone
Mrs. Jones please Mrs. Jones
over a livery stable
Doc Brown and his satchel went
And on the hitchin' post at the kerb below
To advertise his wares
He nailed a little sign that read
the promised land
Casey jones, mounted to the cabin
Casey jones, his orders in his hand
Casey jones, mounted to the cabin
took a little trip into the promised
So much to say so little time
But since we are here
I might as well tell you what's on my mind baby
Ooh you are the sweetest Love Jones
Ooh in my
ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
When I go toiling on the farm
strings are old and man, my clothes are dity
But jimmy's always late, so man I'm right on time
There's a little old college bar right off of old 129
Said
the words the way you wanted him to do
You changed your name from Brown to Jones and mine from Brown to Blue
I couldn't help my tears from falling
you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
When I go toiling on the farm
I take
you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
When I go toiling on the farm
I take
brownin'
Call you my little brown skin (yes)
Hey, you, girl, say you makin' me sing
Sing like ting-a-ling-ling (yo)
'Cause you my brown skin girl (ayy)
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