Lyrics:
on the other side like
"Put yo' eye to the peephole"
I said, when this smoke bald heads
Whole lotta chemo
This nigga stay on the line
He shoot a whole lotta free
with a dime piece
On my side when I ride I'm on 24's like T.I.
Definition of Mike Jones and the Swishahouse "We Fly"
I talk the talk and walk the walk
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
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)
I'm back my music tracks about
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
And then this one time
I tried to talk to him and these other girls,
They totally got in my way.
Can you believe that their shoes (everybody choose,
Hemmingwell to Gleneagles on my mountain bike
Getting high in the racecourse every other night
Flying home on my jack jones A45
High offa life
No i don't carry
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
the pier side.
He's just walkin on down.
His manager come walkin' on down by the pier side.
He says "uh, hi, Jack"
He says "hi manager"
He says
it seems my passport looks like those sandwiches made out of them ice creams
And when Jack Frost comes around we bounce to the other side of the globe
Sitting on the rocks
By the bay in July
Watching as the wondership
Passes by and by
cll the other skeletons
Sitting by my side
Not a word was spoken
myself, yeah, I did that
Big facts, big facts
Said fuck the other side and I meant that
Nigga you could die for your diss track
Fuck around and never
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
could travel thru space and erase every old paradigm cuz I'll never leave your side
They could separate us by place, they could separate us by time
We
cheering.
All right Jack. All right Jill.
The pen is mighty and looks can kill.
All right Jack. All right Jill.
In one hand a gift in the other a bill.
My Drugs And I
Woke up in some strangers home, Robert Downy, Casey Jones
Red lights flashin', wake up call, my reflection on the wall
Captain Jack
Said I'm running the track
Uh
Said I'm running the track like Olympians
Born from a legend Rashida Jones
I perform on the stage like I'm Michael Jack
I g ride, nina on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret
Throw that
This is the 9 Side
Black tints, that's a drive by
See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they're stepping on my toes
(But they're
for bustin' ya toast, extra clip in ya coat
Til' you on the other side of that barrel, two in ya throat
Nahhh, playboy, you don't want that love
Little
swear i would have bet them stacks damn... i would of lost everything
Said she'll ride or die she can't even stay by my side damn she cant get no
diamond shits
Based on a general's fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry
Let me show you how I G ride, Nina on both sides
Nobody
titles
With Jones no not Julio Nike i do it more High key be acting like Micheal
Never ever but I might though
Never never be the side note
Vee vee en do
But rather one that accentuates the other
By working in tandem
To create the image of "me" that appears in our consciousness when we think of who we
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