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away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
Loose booty

Eeny meeny miney moe
Catch a junkie by the toe
If he holler let him go
If he don't, do the loose booty
Loose booty
Skin it back
says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't get
Loose booty (x8)

Eeny meeny miney moe
Catch a junkie by the toe
If he holler let him go
If he don't, do the loose booty
Loose booty
Skin it
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley

I won't say that I'm the only one who loves her
And I won't say I make her happy all the time
There's
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley

Just a few of my favorite lies . . .

Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
Stuck in my beat suede shoes I can't wait,
Oh what a state to be in.
I need her heart and get a Jack-jones for my sins.
She's gonna ditch that
it looks like rain 

She got Tiffany earrings from a limejuice sailor 
Rich man, poor man, tinker, retailer 
Casey Jones working on the SP line
x2]

[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
Comes the Judge, Here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol? ass, thick ol? thighs
Mrs.Trina, baddest bitch, that's right
Diamond princess running 3.0.5

I still
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
My power's limitless
other chit chat
But that dried up wise up to the cutting edge facts
Now I'm chilling on my jack Jones
Looking for a way back home but I cant get back

Our
other chit chat
But that dried up wise up to the cutting edge facts
Now I'm chilling on my jack Jones
Looking for a way back home but I cant get back

Our
soul mate made for each other chit chat
But that dried up wise up to the cutting edge facts
Now I'm chilling on my Jack Jones
Looking for a way back
to you

The getaway kickin' up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones
I dream a highway back to you
system shutting down all communications 
To your ya bodily functions Handicapping your defenses 
Swiftly attacking your unit, Neutralizing MC's 
By
'Cause you changed the way you kiss me. 

We used to be so so selful, out green on the background focals, tea-total,
On the next high, we get by with
Stereotyping the image of the images and this is what the image is
You buy khaki pants and all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
And thief out gold and thief
And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones
Some of the worst paparazzi's I've
'cause growin up I was never the logical one,
Packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped,
I
understood that
I?m isolated in the Jones with a fifth of jack
I waged a war between good and evil up in my head
I am on the front lines with the furious