the dirt, that aint been found. The real king of the 'D' (shit) that ain't been crowned. When Im on, something special happens every time. Im the dopest, something like Roy Jones
I got a deep anonymous bottomless pit dealt to my psychy, bank full of whata??s stitched on the left side of my Nikes, blank man fill me in but you will
empty page [x2] You get through life like you get through a book Been there, done that, Mr Jones? The last chapter has ended, still you're as blank a
s ridiculous all this shits frivalous Niggas ain't macho man they miss elizabeth Break a corona bottle make me an I'll shank Cut a bitch up like bill blanks
kid and see just how them Chinchillas gonna fit me (uh huh) I strut through like I conceal a chrome with me (uh huh) Pockets bulgin like I got some millions with me (yeah) Any bitch that chill her jones
(feat. Bun-B & T.I.) (T.I. talking) Jim Jones what it is homie Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'nin Hey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a aye T.I.P.
I got a sweet tooth for some DMS leaking I'm seeking the bloody tushy of a Puerto Rican I'm getting iller than this here Jones when I'm stoned I'm banging
heavy The God of the Serengeti I charge with a large machete And carve through ya starvin belly Like...you shoulda known I was serious Still the prettiest, point blank
You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes [Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first] Whassup Ghost? Westhaven Sucker! I hear you Ghost Jones
I need the right ring tones I get stoned and repeat it like I'm Mike Jones I get stoned and repeat it like I'm Mike Jones I cut close and puff dro every
streets 'Cause we do it for the love, just to bust over beats Rhymes, life, and when it gets together dogg It sounds so nice, ain't it right? Tell Mr. Jones
place is a museum And we know just what we do, because we always take a chance. The Provincetown Playhouse still owns the art of Robert Edmond Jones, ]
The God of the Serengeti I charge with a large machete And carve through ya starvin belly Like...you shoulda known I was serious Still the prettiest, point blank
affiliates Soundin the silliest, doin renditions of hits like Al Yankovic I never been, kept it in suspense like a scene outta Scream legacy Like Marcia Jones
carry on screamin on MC's Running around together only bonded by smoking trees Chronic, my tonic make you vomit for teamin up Bringin the drama, be blank comma blank