Lyrics:
jones for Hawaii
You're all (all I need) I need (you give it all to me baby) to get by (everything, everything)
You're all (the way you kiss me) I
your duty
If my radiator gets too hot
Cool it off in lot of spots
Give me all the service you've got
Do your duty
If you don't know what it's
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
hanging on to some Jack and some Jim Beam
Tryin' hard as hell just to get you gone
But it's takin' too long for this heartache to give up
Now I can't get
what the ghetto did to me (uh)(yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
There was no peace in sight (nope)
It was sleepless night (yup)
Hustling yay
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Jones
She look like Jim
By my side I feel like him
Brand new wig she feel like Kim
She want some skims
I want some rims
Brand new butt she got new limbs
sung by Jim
It's too cool
To get something done
Too many things move fast
I can't quite get a grip at last
And all the stars don't shine
Aye, Jim Jones
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
again I'm on stage rockin
20,000 people they yellin feedin my ego
When it's over the groupies they wanna know what's poppin
00N9na, known for dippin
From
again I'm on stage rockin
20,000 people they yellin feedin my ego
When it's over the groupies they wanna know what's poppin
00N9na, known for dippin
From
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
show, it was a shit show
Eddie Teak and I been poppin from the get go
I be off the chain like a nigga that we hit a lick on
Got the plug on the line
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
Who the hell are you?
I will deliver
'Cos I'm your Reverend Charisma
And by
doubled up muddy cup, same purple stuff killed Jim Jones
Brick weigher, hit maker on an island, nigga, I'm Kim Jones
Real trapper, cook it outside
When uncle Jim played the fiddle
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
And it echoed down the mountains
To those Georgia pines
Ran through
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
40th: that's me yo
Clips, 11 off, bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing
Missin' is seven dwarfs
Killa Cam, you know he bout it bout it
Jim Jones
, Get up now (Wake up now)
Doctor Jones, Jones, Calling Doctor Jones
Doctor Jones, Doctor Jones, Wake up now (Wake up now)
Ah-yippie-yi-yu
Oh life (is so peculiar), (you get so wet in the rain)
You know it too? (mm-hm)
You get so warm in the sunshine, (Get my sun tan)
(It doesn't pay
George Jones & Tammy Wynette
Ain't love been good to us, ain't it been good
It's given us happiness and we're knockin' on wood
We're livin' in
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