Lyrics:
Love Jones
I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones for you
Love Jones
I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones for you (View!)
I love you but not afraid
a fan, you want to get signed?
Get the whitest A and R you can find
Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson five, get a hook-up at Jive
Dress
a fan, you want to get signed?
Get the whitest A and R you can find
Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson five, get a hook-up at Jive
Dress
Trippiz Corey Jones over here
Making real love to this hoe
I'm over here yelling at the bitch with a big tone
GhostFace in the building
Saying fuck real
to go to strip clubs all the time and
Try to get people to listen to my CD, you know?
And they be like who are you? And I'm like Mike Jones
And they'd be
to short, your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and true so do
By myself I can take you and you and you and you
Straight
to see
Open up your eyes to the fantasy
Made real by a man who plans to see
His level rise, like the planet's seas
On the way to classic, you just
You know he started to base at a hell a pace
And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
In the field we show no love
You show up, you will get touched
I like wings way come with bones
Break them Vinnie Jones
They come, they come white
freshman year to now
Me and Rizzi really glod
Seeing noobert everyday
Really made our brains explode
They call me Sean, they call me bean
But I go by
Hello world reporting live to tell you that I'm doin' great
And my name is Jaquan Jones the tender age of 28
Put that time into yourself these are
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
to fuck
Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal (Notorious)
Niggas talkin' real greasy on some ballin' shit (that's right)
Funny how quick these
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
(yo, you know what I'm sayin'?) why are you so mad?
Yo, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son
Tell
(yo, you know what I'm sayin'?) why are you so mad?
Yo, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son
Tell
ready to shoot to kill?
Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real
Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze
Ribs cracked
Wig tapped, "play fair!", day care
Kids napped
You think you real? Well, my posse is crazier
Your moms? Mobbing and raping her
Saudi Arabia
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
you're watching it explode
It's just a day in the life of Jesus Jones
Well I suppose life is a game of probability, at least if you're not rich
You can
picture
By my side
Soul of my life
All in the sun
We gone let it burn
Cause u know we are the one
The one
The one the one
The one
The one the one
Jones... you all on me cause I got me some fame
Would you still be down if I was broke with no change
[Chorus]
Girrrrrrl are you really down with me
Or you
get printed
Trees may be extinct like the elephants
(Like the elephants)
You know the advancement for the elegance
Dow Jones Industrial, real like my
from Hollygrove
505 till I die knock you out like I'm Holly Holmes
Jones Jones when I beat it in ya hoe
Uh
Nate dog when I skeeted in the door
Been
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