Lyrics:
on Highway 61"
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go
Well Georgia Sam he had bloody nose
Welfare department would give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said, "There's only
clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Into the bush
at her
Damn I must admit it
So I'm like Tracy you fine
Let me take you for a ride
Let's go and just have a good time
She blushin and feeling my vibe
She
as a scone
Boom on these niggas
Jiggaboo Jones
Know im the shit when i get in my zone
Bitch i move quick and im slicker than chrome
My momma told me go hard
he told me
We must've sat there for hours by the railroad tracks
He was telling me the story about the life he'd had
Of old Harry Jones
And he said
you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
I keep
you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
I keep
the theater yet, 'cause there's still more to come, but before we go on, I want to introduce to you my friend and musical associate, Howard Kaylan, who's going
Jones
Tonight she came stumblin' across my lawn again
I just don't know why I keep on tryin' to keep a grown woman sober
See there you go reachin' up
must, I must increase my bust
I've got to admit I'm obsessed by tits
I've had this problem since I was a kid
I used to look up to my Auntie Marie
I'd probably
Pull the llama out
But I'mma go the karma route
Ever go to the karma route well you know
Nigga be buckin with the armor out
But this nigga
digging for gold
And now you digging your grave, you dig that
Guess I rest my case, like Howie Mandel, tell me what's the deal
Afraid, to go, toe to toe,
corner
You no go feelam
By now you get for know say
I'm fkx hard
Something must kill a man
I feel heat i put the fan
Make we ya moh
Touche moi bébé
crazy
But I haven't been lazy
Put in work like jay z
Army not navy
Feed me like I'm zeke
Flows are never weak
Turn the other cheek
Before I go bruce lee
you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
I keep
I'll be strong
She wiped the tears right from my eyes, she'll fight this on her own
So a couple years go by and she starts to know her worth
Cause
waves
You could get put in your place by
PETER JONES
Know he ain't ever afraid
Might cop an AP today
Thai for $4 okay
Don't go for the bunnies you cray
and the blood
I sweat even when I ain’t tryin
My niggas Dey call me da plug
So I just keep whipping dat fire
I whippin dat trick sent Terrance to Howard My
you do me
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner
But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't
you can ride by me
In your stolen car, selling drugs,
Probably pimping hoes!
Put your hands in the air, I'm Sheriff Jones
Hey Meet my revolver
His
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found
but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck, duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
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