Lyrics:
niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day
at your door
I ain't tryna preach, I know you heard about this before
More money, more problems and that's how it just go
Jones, look, more money brings
by any other name, smell just as sweet
Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard
Come through with a Union Jack, full of yard
Akala, Akala, where for
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
When you've got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
And if you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead!
When a chick is smiling
floats, then i'm gone
Hide me in a grave or somethin'
No goodnights, don't see no lights
I guess the end is comin'
Always ignored by the kind of gold, by
How did this happen?
Or more specifically
Please use the next
18 minutes or so
To describe
In a single rambling rant
And in the
Most confusing way
CAME HERE FOR
THEY'VE GOT ME THROUGH IT BEFORE
BY GEORGE
IT'S STRAIT OR JONES FOR SURE
MIGHT AS WELL PLAY NOTHN'
IF YOU DON'T PLAY SOMETHIN' BY GEORGE.
wear it
But the only people Mr. Jones knows
Are some more broke hustlers
And some Hollywood hoes
But she gonna take her chances
She gonna take that drink
‘Elevator’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and Keri ‘Coco’ Jones
VERSE 1 - Collin Gibson
I been in this cage for years
Raised like
got free liquor
You jackin his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you want to do man?
Yo, check it
Some niggas be on the mic,
I was a teenager
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Jones, Capo,
the middle path, middle class life, the boy on the edge of a sharp fokken knife
(Make way for Jack Parow) Who's got the last laugh
(Make way for Jack Parow)
You gotta do right by me
It's mandatory, baby
Sweeter than your favorite ice cream be
Bask in my glory, baby
Don't play no games, that'll ruin
hu...i said come to my sunday service
nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
the niggity nasty Jim Jones
boot ya in the head,
steal toes
Don't mess with the new fashion I stick to my Jack no Jones nor Quincy
I ain't one for the talking much
I love move discreet
I told bro
We gonna make it
Halloween
My enemies ain't got no backbone
If I got to do it on my jack jones lets go
We catch a vibe then we're locked in
And after the nut she says thank
the dollars
Got more if ya xxx will swallow
She shaking it by the roba hoping it by the Bentley
She know that I'm high and tipsy now drop it n gimme 50
She
again
Feels so good to have a muse again
Like it brought my heart back where the music is
Baby, I could be the Jack to your Rose on this cruise ship
Our
habit Love tight blue jeans on a cute cowgirl
I got this honky-tonk habit I can't shake my Jones for Ernest and Merle
I used to drink a filth of jack
[Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones]
[HOOK 2x]
We want you, to take a good look at what we do
Not the type that you can see right through
'cause you
at the game, I move step in first place
Leave 'em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake 'em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
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