Lyrics:
five minutes from America
But you can't get there from here
I kept up with the Jones' wherever they are
I had some real nice neighbors had me a big
(trappin)
Whether you my friend or foe
Better believe I'm trained to go (TTG)
I disguise my pain
By orderin' up ones and lettin' em go
FUTURE!
I got no roof
gotta have guys working downfield.
COMMENTATOR 1:
I am still blown away by the breakaway speed of the rookie 83, Valdes Jones.
Crosby Allen lines up for
(Put a curse on you)
(Quasimoto)
I do you like a witch doctor
Triple hex put on your soul
Ain't no one gonna stop the
Torture I put you through
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
the music's up loud, man, I jones real bad
Lyric overload in club, in the boat
In Jeep, in America, Tribe goin' mad
Females vibe while my niggas just ride
blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious
As I leave my
Newton, and Liberace.
I don't wanna get no calls from none of you fools you see.
Only Tom Jones and the big E can call me.
Yeah, you know the number.
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry
Order in court, order in the court
No one else but Mr jones has the
Right to be speaking right now
Order in the court or I’m gonna
Start making some
HOOK (Figuero Jones)
Open up the safe cuz I like to get paid a lot,
Many bands back did a ma fucking juggathon,
This week juggin next week
the music's up loud, man, I jones real bad
Lyric overload in club, in the boat
In Jeep, in America, Tribe goin' mad
Females vibe while my niggas just ride
tumbling down and ain't no way to get away
You ain't never gon' say you ain't hear it from Lecrae
If I die before I wake I pray to the Lord your soul He'll
here
Ain't no satisfaction in money, women, and clothes here
Oh yeah! Them Christians in Christian Audigier
Hey, can't some young men say the stuff we
And only God could help me get free
But I been forgiven
My Savior risen
I'm out the prison
I know that
I got the power to say to no to all of my struggles
can't trust you
coz my crew is rollin' hummers and your crew is rollin' dusters
and just because of that you act you don't like the brother no more
I
Busta Rhymes
I stay on the scene white cup full of lean
With a bad ass chick sitten next to me
And I didn't have to get a hold no extacy
And the bitch
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
that it won't be coming home
No time soon
So I dance with the silhouette beneath the moon
And she said, if satisfaction's guaranteed
Nothing else
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
the crowd high
by the side off the richter, get the spot rockin
No, we're never stoppin, higgity-hip-hoppin
The Hit Squad, takin charge, no diggy
call it mental hygiene
But I call it psychic rape
And he won't get no restitution
Till we're dealing with the fact
That all the mental institutions
And um i just wanna grab a rifle and
Shoot myself in the head because
III just can't get rid of the thoughts bitch
I gave her flowers, but they weren't
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry
Discuss these i cant get no satisfaction by tom jones Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In