Lyrics:
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Miami with no money
(and no other famous rock groups due into the
Area for at least three weeks)
She tries to pick up a few bucks by
Entering the Wet
blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin' Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy
Yo, he use it
a Mammoth
I'm an Animorph a phantom
Villain from another planet
Sick i hit em with the venom
Captain Jack I'm with da stick
And on my hip i got a cannon
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
at all
They love the wage, they hate us all
They dance to the rhythm of a dark and distant drone
I can't keep up with the Jones no more
I can't make
brain, like a bad hoe
Jake's ask who done it, jack jones
New chromes like a new phone
Cus my donny rank it out like a ringtone
You ain't never been in beef
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
blitz town, and if some boy a come
When we spit rounds on your town, then you run silly
Bluck papa, done doggin' top shotta
In love with fame
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now I'm the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
'Cause Captain
from Russia
They call me Messi
The biggest shrimp lover
They Also know me
Love the orange color
Ripping Any ball like
Pinata Killer!
Walk like
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five,
linger and never forget
And when it's done we will walk where the road meets the sun
Waiting for you by the Santa Maria
How long does thou stay with
a money race
It won't be an issue if you come in first place
Give it to him in the worst way
Finesse the plug with a fade away
I bought my diamonds from
Leave a fuck nigga stiff leave him figurine
Got a gun it's from Russia and you know it's gon sting
When I hop out with vvs you know they gon bling
When I
counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest
My wallet
some Love Jones shit
Some real home shit
I never felt the feeling of home and glow like this
Was with my homies at a show
I seen a smile that hit
He
L's
I'm in love with the thrill
I told SD, don't watch no face
Do your ting and do it properly
If they wanna talk, there ain't much they can say
Believe
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who abide high
Juice be loose off the Belaire, I be
Dallas, do Dixie in five days
Music made us leave our homes
Jack Kerouac, yeah he's out in the back
Neil Cassidy smiles from above
Symphony Sid is
take that chance, roll the dice, broken hearts, broken homes
You're not from here, you won't know what it's like
Jack's as cold as ice, he's lost his
scorin' shit
I do not choke
Runtz got me high flyin', top rope
Punch shit like UFC, call me Tron Jones
Got a heart to pump blood
Not to love a bitch
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