Lyrics:
Done it all, so none of why y'all can do me nothing
Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swinging til the honey comb
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin' Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild Comanches with shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip
Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Uh, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
Still pulling out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit
The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowing, then teach 'em something
Bitch niggas talking bout you from the streets you fronting
I never liked you, and you, I don't know
So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we goin' go
Mano a mano, whatever nigga, I'm goin' dust you
If you can't pick that afro, I'm goin' bust you
Walking like you was a lil nigga 'cause you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Cracking niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off something, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you laying somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffing shit, men's will get you hit, bitch
Fuhgidabowdit
Your crawfish fingers and your dirty dregs
Your sideways stingers and your wooden legs
They're throwing out jewels like rotten eggs
'Cause it's Christmas in Siam and
We're rough on rats
Your scarecrow spiders and
Your shipwreck bones
The fossilized bibles of Geronimo Jones
His star-spangled army in
Their roadhouse clothes
'Cause a hero can't bronze his soul
And we're rough on rats
There's shattered glass on the dance floor
A cop chaperoning a doll
The testament of a landlord
Who's living in a hollow log
The burlap flowers and the cocaine dirt
The horn of plenty in a desert of hurt
The corduroy boy in the killjoy shirt
He's a stereotype on ice and
We're rough on rats
So what do you think you
Could take from the heap
Where the haystack needles are
Piled up cheap?
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
If you on da corner you a goner home and man up
This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side
A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side
Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is
We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz
Let's get it, rahh
[Runt Dawg]
Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg
System knock harder than the cops at your front door
Muhfuckas always talkin' tough like they want war
Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on
Yeah, Dawg home
I break your jaw bone
And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones
Rappers don't come to Jers'
Gun under my undershirt
I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird
My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet"
She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat
Shit, two hammers
Make your whole crew vanish
I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John Wayne
Shot like LeBron James
The chrome fo'-fo' pretty like Ricky Fontaine
My gorillas kill a man
We thicker than
That wic check peanut butter that come in that big silver can
[Hook]
[Ready Roc]
Fuck it let's make it hot
I'm reppin' for all my blocks
Duckin', dippin' the cops
Ready runnin' the dock
Icarus in his sock
We comin' straight from the bottom going straight to the top
These haters want us to stop
Groupies is on our cock
'cause they know it's going down like I'm Young Joc
But I'm not
Ready Roc
Keep the pistol grip
This some official shit
Brick city keep it wrapped like a Christmas gift
[Redman]
Yo, eh yo cock it back click-click-click Hey!
My notesbooks to 10th grade, I got so many 16's
Please, I got a lot of hard tones, that'll fuck up your view with a view
Like Star Jones
Y'all clones, my style is the original
Half you wack rappers just opitimize pitiful
But me?
It's a new game
Lame nigga forfeit
I'm well ahead, throwin' bread
You just horse shit
Flow out of this world
I'm in orbit
More chips
So them hoes chase me like Norbit
I'm more sick
No anidonte
High like mandigo
Flow crack and it's dope
Only talk money, homey
I don't understand the broke
Take something from me
Niggas come and bust yo canalope
I'm out here grindin'
Like a pair of old brakes
Hoe, ain't nothing changed
Na, I rep the Burg all day
Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it
And if you hear me flowin'
You should know it's not a gimmick
If the topic real shit
You should know they count me in it
Your girlfriend want me in her mouth
Like I'm her dentist
The icing on the cake
I'm like the glaze, all finished
Marijuana scented
Windows up, truck tinted
You better
Skinny nigga
And I'm tat, tat, tatted up
Run up on me
And get rat, tat, tatted up
That's a promise, not a threat
I'll back it up
Pockets gettin' like the old Star Jones,
Fat as fuck
Got my swagga up
Come at me the wrong way
Like what the song say
It'll be a long day
To pass me, you Cassie
Got a long way
And even seein' first
I'm comin' 'round that home plate
Come out to the Burg
You'll see that I got it poppin'
If you real, you fuck with me
Y'all ain't got an option
See my chain?
His origins unkown and he ain't got no home -
The myzsterious Mizster Jones.
He's into shooting stars
Eccentric cars
Grew up fussing
Fighting in the bars.
All he's got to show for it's the battle scars -
The myzsterious Mizster Jones.
Look who's pulling up outside
With a trunk full of fun and a European ride
Heard that you were going far away
And we are all so happy son
That we were on the way
You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
We know that you're working for the devil
Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones
Stood in line to get burned
Hey baby doll
Your reservation is confirmed
Tell the boss I've got her on the way
And he said with a smile
That's the seventh one today
You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
We know that you're working for the devil
Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones
How'd you get so mean and nasty
I didn't want you to come to my party anyway
He's going to play you a dream
Dress you up in chocolate
And finish you with cream
Squeeze you till you're warm and woozy
And then pop you on the saddle of a silver moto guzzi
You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
We know that you're working for the devil
Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones
That Halle Berry, that Angelina, Sanaa shit
This our shit, ain't no side niggas or side chicks (us)
They on that my shit, we on that you and I shit
Now ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (Rich Gang)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (out the pound wit' it)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that (we up top in Seattle)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (just like that)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick
Stuntin' all with the power, got the chopper in hand
Filthy bitches 'bout the money, Alexander the fan
Big paper, one side, kept me one in the hand
Real niggas know the rule, we'll kill for them bands
Heads on, on clap on, hit 'em and we move on
That's the way we did it, nigga, spread then we get gone
Lil' mama know we did it but she lived and she stay strong
A hunnid keys, so we flip it and we move on
Back in the 3 and we did it in laced on
Lil' nigga may give his life but paid on
Bills with the caddies nigga, get in my way homie
Back 'bout the money so we had to spray homie
Now ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that (yeah)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick
Ride this dick, don't fall baby
Yeah, sippin' lean like Paul Wall baby
Yeah, and the pussy, better be bald headed
Fat like Star Jones baby, got a nigga stargazing, oh baby
Ride this dick, don't fall baby
After that, prrp, hello quick, don't call a nigga back back
Ride this dick, don't fall baby
Yeah, ride that shit, you done gone brazy, damn
I put mula, mula, mula over mami chula
'Cause all these thots will kill ya
She keep me comin' through, pussy smell just like petunias
She got that hallelujah
Ride me like a chopper
And she gon' ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (don't fall baby)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that (Rich Gang)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (ride that dick don't fall baby)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that (ride this dick don't fall baby)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (ride this dick don't fall baby)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick (ride this dick don't fall baby)
Rich Gang, our lifestyle (ride this dick don't fall baby)
Ride this dick, don't walk baby
Ride this dick, don't fall baby
Ride that shit, you done gone brazy
Yeah, ride this dick, don't fall baby
Yeah, ride this dick, don't fall baby
Yeah, ride this dick, don't fall baby
Yeah, ride that shit, you done gone brazy
Pussy better be bald headed
B*tch its Jones
Broke my heart she throwing stones
Oppisitions clone
M16 disown
Twelve oclock she hit my phone
Dont give me no body
Want the dome
No mirrors they clone
Say my name cause its known
Chin check and break your cheek bone
My spliff home grown
Top of the class ima scholar
Put on this earth for the dollar
Home run we robbers
On the stage ima rocker
To the ladies ima talker
(Your b*tch said you a stalker)
My b*tch a devil in some pradda
MOB be the armada
On the roof im on top
In the place to take some shots
Aint a rapper ima rockstar
Only in it if its five star
Ticks dont know what stripes are
My body marked with knife scars
making waves the tides hard
Got my shades the sight far
Spent a check at the night bar
At the night bar
Jones party hard
Jones gon be a star
B*tch its Jones
Broke my heart she throwing stones
Oppisitions clone
M16 disown
Twelve oclock she hit my phone
Dont give me no body
Want the dome
No mirrors they clone
Say my name cause its known
Chin check and break your cheek bone
My spliff home grown
Top of the class ima scholar
Put on this earth for the dollar
Home run we robbers
On the stage ima rocker
To the ladies ima talker
(Your b*tch said you a stalker)
My b*tch a devil in some pradda
MOB be the armada
On the roof im on top
In the place to take some shots
Aint a rapper ima rockstar
Only in it if its five star
Ticks dont know what stripes are
My body marked with knife scars
Making waves the tides hard
Got my shades the sight far
Spent a check at the night bar
At the night bar
Jones party hard
Jones gon be a star
You gonna know my name
You
You gonna know my name
You
You gonna know my name
You
You gonna know my name
You
You gonna know my name
You
You gonna know my name
You
You gonna know my name
You
You gonna know my name
You
You
You gonna know my
My
My name
Jones and me
We're gonna be big stars
He's smooth as butter but I'm cold as ice
Remember shooting stars on Jones Beach
It hit like gravity
Nothing like on a warm summer day with you
On Long Island
Remember kissing on that roof top
Under gravity
Set in my ways setting stone
Never said I do to that rich man
Warning for the dreamers I'm coming home
You coming with me to Jamaica or to Bali
Don't got a lifetime this time
Clearly I still miss you
You're gonna be my Rome
I'll let you be the hunter
I can be the hunted till the death of me
He's smooth as butter but I'm cold as ice
Remember shooting stars on Jones Beach
It hit like gravity
Nothing like on a warm summer day with you
On Long Island
Remember kissing on that roof top under gravity
Set in my ways splitting stone
Lonely hearts roam till I'm home
Hot summer lights from my bird eye view
Some things only get better when we get older
Clearly you still want me
Don't speak on tongue
Once in a lifetime
It'll be a memory home grown
[Lil Kim]
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
tell a nigga quit
go 'head wit' ya lil dick
wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
you already know I'm in love with that big shit
You an imitation, I'm that real shit
Y'all just playin the greatest like Will Smith
I kill 'em with kindness, blow a lil kiss
Look like you gotta weak bladder, you a lil pissed
Uh, but it aint my fault, the queen never left
I don't know what y'all thought
Right back to ballin'
Gettin' money is sport
And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court
New York, it ain't New York
Go on show off, drop the top on that Porsche
If everyday ya hustlin' like Rick Ross
Then you get it like a boss
No matter what it cost
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit
Go 'head wit' ya lil dick
Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
You already know I'm in love with that big shit
But it ain't my fault, the queen never left
I don't know what y'all thought
Right back to ballin'
Gettin' money is sport
And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court
A lot of rappers act big with they lil hit
They overdoin' it more than a lil bit
Impress me, take more than a lil chips
Big things poppin' go 'head with that lil shit
Uh, I'm throwin' money in the crowd
The way I make it rain
Make ya fuck around and drown
Now them leaches ain't around
I'm better off alone
Got rid of the dead weight, like Star Jones
Y'all better wake up
I'm shinin' on y'all like I just opened the drapes up
Wishin' on a star but ya never get lucky
Me and Sha Money gotta rap like a mummy
[ShaMoney]
ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal
Even though you got the kind of body niggas kill for
As I think about it, damn i hate to see you go
I tell you from the start you gotta know your part
You can't miss me at night, I glow in the dark
Look baby, I'm a rockstar, no guitar
Young, fly nigga shades on like Bret Hart
ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal
I don't need a super woman, I just need a lil more
Lil cris, lil haze, and a lil dro
And I'm cooler than an A/C breeze
Still stomp a nigga out in my ACGs
Still run up in ya crib through that ADT
ASAP where that money at
If I don't do nothing, I'ma ball
I'ma go and get that duffle bag
I ain't never ran from a nigga, I ain't a runnin' back
Mike Vick ya dog, ya better muzzle that
Dang nigga, you soak a nigga like a bubble bath
You don't want none of that
We be on that bullshit
Still gettin' money man I'm good like I'm hood rich
Walk around on that "wish a nigga would" shit
Me and Queen Bee need more than a lil bit
[Lil Kim]
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit
Go 'head wit' ya lil dick
Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
You already know I'm in love with that big shit
But it ain't my fault, the queen never left
I don't know what y'all thought
Right back to ballin'
Gettin' money is sport
And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court
[ShaMoney]
ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal
Even though you got the kind of body niggas kill for
As I think about it, damn i hate to see you go
I tell you from the start you gotta know your part
You can't miss me at night, I glow in the dark
Look baby, I'm a rockstar, no guitar
Young, fly nigga shades on like Bret Hart
Here's a song dedicated to your mom, Mary Jones
In the morning light, you were there by my side
Through every storm and every tide
You lifted me up when I couldn't stand
With a heart so strong, you held my hand
Oh Mary Jones, my guiding star
You've taught me to dream, to reach so far
With every cheer, you light my way
In your love, I find my strength every day
When I was lost, you showed me the way
With words of wisdom, you'd always say
Winners don't quit, and quitters don't win
With your faith in me, I know I can begin
Oh Mary Jones, my guiding star
You've taught me to dream, to reach so far
With every cheer, you light my way
In your love, I find my strength every day
Through laughter and tears, we've shared it all
You're the heartbeat in my every call
I love you more than words can say
In my heart, you'll forever stay
Oh Mary Jones, my guiding star
You've taught me to dream, to reach so far
With every cheer, you light my way
In your love, I find my strength every day
So here's my song, a simple tune
For the love of my life, my heart's own boon
I'll cherish you always, come what may
I love you more than words can say
Jones and me
We're gonna be big stars
Jones, you look tired
I believe you'll be alright
Sales men
Conventioneers
Some rock stars
With tambourines
Short skirts
And skinny legs
Selling bibles
And real estate
It's a big day for Mr.
Jones, you look tired
I believe you'll be alright
Sales men
Conventioneers
Some rock stars
With tambourines
Short skirts
And skinny legs
Selling bibles
And real estate
It's a big day for Mr.
She don't eat no vegetables
I teach her art of choke
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
She say that pussy cost
I got pussy when I was broke
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
She wanna vacation
Tell her go to I da hoe
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
That bitch way too noisy
Had to ship her off to Boise
She say she on her job
She not even star employee
She not even Star Jones
Elbow fat like calzones
Baby Phat like coat on
Pain like hydrocodone
Baby back like hold on
Wait
You forgot to fix a plate
Mixed emotions, love and hate
Juicy juice from concentrate
Only brought pen and paper
Hope she let me penetrate
Bitch, I'm built like Yang Kai
Honorable, venerate
I'm been floating on these beats
Bitch, I'm starting to levitate
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
Jokes on you, you silly bitch
Use my talents to get rich
You might think I'm just talking
But I really walk my shit
Truth be told, I'll walk you down
If you ever come around
And my chopper silly too
Gratata, the chopper sound
What they want, the choppa style
I'm the kid, I'm Juvenile
And you better back that ass up
Before I set it off
Yeah, I need a hot girl
'Cause I'm really taking off
Yeah, I need a Memphis 10
I came up on Adolph
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
She don't eat no vegetables
I teach her art of choke
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
She say that pussy cost
I got pussy when I was broke
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
She wanna vacation
Tell her go to I da hoe
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bitch, that's the joke
I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'
Freddie Foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
I get it everywhere that I go, thug loving
Cause it's fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins
I've been lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhyme
Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was time
So I started a long ten-year climb doing mine
While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind
Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set afire
I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you hire
Kill your street team, burn your flyers
Niggas need Jacoby & Meyers for being liers, now feel me
Calling major labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town
Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down
It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown
Yo Pete, break it down
Who got the hardest MC style ever created?
Jones
He's there and he's staring
Even he must know
You're a lucky guy
So why not treasure your highest pleasure
And live right up till you die
No one can deny boy
You're a lucky guy
Jones has got a plan if you just come inside
So good, so far, slow down ha ha
Movie stars and ads
And radio define romance
Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance
Mr.
We're going for a ride.
Mr. jones has got a plan,
If you just come inside.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Why you always tryna lose pounds like so?Why did Star Jones get lipo?#TeamThick is my quoteAye, you know I'm a beast like soGotcha mom, cousin, auntie on my lease like soMight perform in the streets like soMake all the girls scream like Voorhees like soI'm heated, college degrees like sostrugg life, tryna eat like soYou realize I make nothin' off these beats like so?
Pick your poison
I know I'm annoying
Talking like it's foreign
On my body
Scarring all up on me
All them got a story
Never told
I will never fold
Rolling up a dose
Opps be all I smoke
In a Dutch
Bout to blow one up
Warren g
I regulate the scene
And never left a thing
So born to run an operation
Got competitive with greed
Put it on GOD
Always been a DOG
On street og
Purp In the leaves only
Blow like spring time breeze
Blunts looking stretched
One piece
Pick your poison pick your poison
Show your eyes the new horizon
Lead yourself to the pain
Then to peace
Then to new dimension
I'm a god walking on your fucking streets
Imma let my choppa talk man fuck the police
I'm a young mother fucker in this game but that's okay
It's my existence that made a difference and I just don't care
I'll be popping on the Internet see me get the fame
It's enough that you know my name and know that I'm insane
Pick your poison
I know I'm annoying
Talking like it's foreign
On my body
Scarring all up on me
All them got a story
Never told
I will never fold
Rolling up a dose
Opps be all I smoke
In a Dutch
Bout to blow one up
Bout to blow one up bout to blow one up
Look at my bank account got some fucking figures up
Smoking on the leaves bitch I'm high above
Pour some lean in my cup until I fuck it up until I fuck it up
Wreck it up wreck it up fucking break it up
I cut my grass I see snakes what the fuck is up
Ayy my neck too cold but my face too hot
I spit fire spit these bars
As I'm rolling joins in my fucking car
Ayy in my fucking car bitch I'm rolling I'm a rock star
Jones in the front seat that's when you know shit too hard
I'm just running I'm chasing the blues
See me popping I'm making the news
All these bitches on my dick they gon ride me like a cruise
To me all the Jordan's just regular pair of shoes
Yeah we made it in the stu we the hottest in the room
There's nothing to assume
I'm poisoned, ate the shrooms
Aim for the stars we be shooting for the moon
To be the best I know it's gon take some fucking time
Till that fucking day get the fucking fuck outta my mind
To all the fucking snitchy bitches that I just left behind
I'm beyond your competition only god can define
Pick your poison
I know I'm annoying
Talking like it's foreign
On my body
Scarring all up on me
All them got a story
Never told
I will never fold
Rolling up a dose
Opps be all I smoke
In a Dutch
Bout to blow one up
Brrrrrr brrrrrr
Woah
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