[The Game talking] The young Roy Jones of this rap shit Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man You better tell your boy somethin, you
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
call me Freddy Krueger (Let's go!) Let's give it to the mind of a man Who the mind over manner, won't beef like rude Chris You gotta know that you gotta
(feat. Jim Jones, Hurricane Chris, Arab, Rich Boy, Shop Boyz & Gucci Mane) Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank
had beats I had flows Scoob and Txx Will did promotion Got it where Mitch Bade was the shit and got Kansas City open Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones
Aah, Colli Park Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Smurf You did the fool with this one, baby I got Hurricane Chris (Say girl, say girl) And right now (
first rhyme First check for rapping on back for the first time First met Quincy Jones, he said I looked like Snoop I remember when me and Chris were in
Shawn Kemp don't need the drink crooked I juice to get loose my favorite cartoon is Bullwinkle the Moose I'm 'bout to sting you like rubbing alcohol yes yes yall call me Ed Jones
in the air, stuntin (stuntin) is a habit, put it in the air, Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors, stuntin (stuntin) is a habit Chris
me To a party in l.a. So popular She introduced me to 2pac the next day She took me to this party In beverly hills Where me and chris tucker Couldn't
, Juan had beats I had flows Scoob and Txx Will did promotion Got it where Mitch Bade was the shit and got Kansas City open Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones
Uh yeah Jones, uh Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf like
Yeah Dip Set, Juelz Santana Jim Jones, Freekey, Killa Wherever I go (Dogg I'm in the hood screaming what's really good) Wherever I go (You already know
a quin tessential, existential nightmare to a sanctuary waiting in the sun THANK YOU WIRING DEPT.; CAPP ST. FRED BESTALL; ERIC MUELLER; STEVE BLUSH; PAT FOLEY; JIM DUNBAR; MIKE HEALY; PAT HOED; JOHN JONES
dwell inside my bones That there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones And no, there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones No, there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones
? Hold up, can I take her out? Hold up, uh, that?s why I gotta tell you now Baby, please hang up the phone ?Cause I?m talkin? to your father Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones
