Lyrics:
old George Jones
How about Waylon or that Copperhead Road
Lead
I'm a rolling stone, on a country road
Love country music and rock n Roll
The man in
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
and savings
Mutual funds, but I remember barely having ones
For real yall, George Washingtons
Had about five to get by for the whole week sometimes
Why, I
When I'm gone
On my judgment day
Please put a jukebox upon my grave
Don't want no headstone
No cold tears
Just a jukebox to say
A music man
get played by no hoodrat
Dog, she ain't no Hoodrat
Watch how you talk about her
When it come to lil' Mama
Man I get down for her
I know I shouldn't
and my boy we handle that ya know?
I can do it by myself but I still need a little backup ya know?
[King George]
Yeah, you got No Limit records straight
cold ones, leave your worries behind
I'll sing some Waylon Jennings or a little George Jones
Play you anything you want to help you lighten that load
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
It's Baron Jones
It's Baron Jones
It's Baron Jones
Let's go let's go
Imma tell you what I want
What I really really want
I wanna love you from
no star
That that imprisoned son when he don't know Pa
The ones he know found-dead on a boulder
Tom, cbe, George, and Ted all faux pa's
Yes sir no sir
They found Ringleader Jones
With his head in his hands
And his feet on the roof
Shoulda seen his old man
This guy gotta be eighty six years old
But
the PM
Post it, I don't see them
Smooth like George Gervin with the finger roll
Ain't dealing with the traffic, so I took the toll
Made by OGs, I got a old
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see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside
see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside
no tears, what I want to be
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's
Picture us married, you and me what?
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me
This ain't no sucker-for-love shit
This ain't no
weed on me
No need guard me
I'm what you need probly
We teach robbery
(chorus jim jones)
We ride in that east side
Please roll up my weed high
We ride
a break from the love
Man, your girl so bad, let me get her
Your girl so bad, let me get her
I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk
On call
at least arms length
And when you're talking olders
You're talking past tense (yo)
I don't look up to no one
No new beef so I'll cook up the old one
I'm in
and waiting for me to find
Favorite record store
Break On Through by the doors
I got Rubber Soul
Say hello to Lennon and George
I love the old style
But don't
in the side in
Case you didn't know
I'm Sweet Jones Bitch and I'm
An old school pro, pro, pro
Since the beginning of time
Up to the present of now
to the bloody diamonds and the coltan
Sierra Leone nuh get no money for the platinum
Shaka Zulu army full a bare bad man so them fi know
Them should a never dis
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