Lyrics:
(Come on)
You see
This a different vibe right here
Yeah
Ahahahahaha
Like to get a lil groovy
Uhuh
It's King $weat
We got another one
Bought to you by way
Sign right here Mr. Jones
The day the devil comes to getcha
He's a long way from home
And you know he's gonna getcha
Cause you're stuck in
we shouldn’t be together caught by loves spell
Or maybe that’s just me alone
Fantasies of Nia Long, I had to say it
Hit ya with that Love Jones – that
expensive, your girl I can pay for her expenses
You can tell by the way that I step through the entrance
I don't put me and them in the same sentence
It's
home?
She moans the whole day long.
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you wrong.
Do you remember that rainy evenin'
I threw you
passageway, beckoning those faring their way to the light at the end. It was a blue, cheeky melody: a coy mistress that could have only been so wooed by
odwróci
Ludzi zmienia to co zawsze to nie Jones Indiana
Jak wrócę ze szpitala Sweet home Alabama
Pić song i do rana hip hop karawana
Tym razem to nie chill
Oh, on that night I had came from a
Party on 3rd Avenue with some friends
And I was going home and that's when
I was stopped by police officers
break I bend best ways to go bout it
I push I pull I end up back home
Can't fly this plane without my co pilot
A how you living
You plan on living long
I
disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is
It don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where
accumulating cuts and scars
Behind bars
What fight? The nigga trip, C.O. the rest he might scared
By couldn't squeal, I's like officer that nigga right
on my steppers, I might go and spend the same on shawty
When we uptown eating lobster, we have come a long way from Ko-Lee
Free Vel, free Vel, that's
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
you can handle the pace boy
You see the thing is don't you talk to me in that tone
Think you're Spider-Man with no way Home
You see the thing is you're
jails operated by for profit farms
Burn private prisons in bed with senate wooed by their charms
We all at home together but home ain't all the same
some
don't believe you ought to be bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that
believe you oughta be a-bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
Sometimes I get lost in my own mind
I be on my own time
I don't need a co-sign
I find comfort in creative destruction
So by the time you hear
been around
And I came a long way from where we started out
I kept these same dudes by me never falling out
We on this climb we never falling down
don't believe you ought to be bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that
this vessel tattered and beaten
Somewhere I've not been in so long
Lead by the stars and the heavens that guide me
I finally found my way home
Ooh ooh.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
We
joined co-workers for drinks. Get drunk, shoved down pizza or fries, go home, give my fast asleep husband a hug and wake up again. Rinse repeat.
Being in
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