Lyrics:
weed high
(jim jones)
my momma allways told me aim for the sky
So I came out aimin bangin at guys
It was mainly slangin kane by the pies
And the fiends
Jones with her hair did
Now its flying everywhere she don't care what her head did
She an heir, yea
Caught up in the air, yea
Probably why she
And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me
And now it's drawn me in
6th Avenue heartache
Below me was a homeless man
I'm singin' songs I knew
Burned out in the lawn in Tucson, Arizona
With the scavengers on 4th Avenue
Feeling old, boredom of the second hand stores
Hoping maybe I could
nothin' but a game
And we all at the 4th quarter, 'cause our time is shorter and shorter
'Cause y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the orders
to visit Mars
While the poor people starve, computers takin' over they jobs
A man's forced to live off land
Now it's back to the caveman era
When we made
Day
This Is Daisy's Day Yeah
This Is Daisy's Day Yeah
It's Daisy's day
The 4th of May
Daisy and her dad are out on their way
They're on the road
(Stamp it)
Uhh don't slow down 2 go fast (Go fast)
Two hands on the steering wheel don't crash (Skeert)
With the 4th quarter game on the line
They finna uh
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
a verse here straight to the folk
Cause Mike Jones can't take a loss
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
M.O.B. 'til the day I go
Got a Range Rov' on 80 4
Hey Charlie, I'm pregnant
Living on 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Off Euclid Avenue
I stopped taking dope
And I quit drinking whiskey
made a real effort tonight and it shows
I can tell by your face you don't wanna be alone
'Cause the mood is right and the time is now
And if you can't
ass was Amazonian
Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium
Xo, bad hoes they call me Diablo Esco
Unless it's money me no hablo
Still wish I
and drop it
Its written all over you're face don't stop it
Just drop it
More like this hop less
Kickin' the dough with the fo fo messin' with joe
Now
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
or might pop this pill
Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill
History don't repeat itself it rhymes, 1929, still
Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby,
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
It's about that time Diggy
Polow da Don out and over
Pardon, darling
Put me on your line cause my heart is calling
Click over call wait tell
Them
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
Here's my ghetto story (story)
Been in hell through the fire
Now we, gonna take it higher
Here's my survival story (story)
So many reasons
Number one is the place
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
[Krayzie Bone]
Now we ridin by [Repeat x4]
never say hello she said
You look like the silent type
And then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an italian poet
From the 13th
it's happening
And if you can handle it
It could be one long 4th of July
Or like being high, on everything
And if you can't
Where did she go?
She was
around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
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