Letras:
Talking Heads Mr Jones

gone too far They call for Mr. Jones They put him in charge Mr. Jones will help us out He's a lucky guy It is Mr. Jones' birthday party For another

I'm in a Benz on Lorenz 24's in the wind My daily routine is pimpin pens I'm Mike Jones -who- Mike Jones -who- Mike Jones Swisher House and Body Head

tattoos and spanish Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit Don't give me chrome for Jenny Jones My man with the crime sheet But he kept talkin

I'ma talk shit until I'm outta hits They don't wanna turn they speakers up, they claim I ain't deep enough All that talkin I feed off of, keep it up I

blood pressure gettin' low and it's fucked up because you was never gettin' dough 'Young boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him Sonny, talkin' to C

only rippin' the six, trick Minutes later nigga rollin' four deep Them bitches tonguin' in the back I'm gettin' some head up in the frontseat She like

you goin bald, cause you'll never get here/hair [Hook] [Jim Jones Talks] Wooo (Jones) Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo (Capo) (One-Eyed Willy) [Verse 2 Jim Jones] One-Eyed Willy, head

the dopiest thing since the Rock Cause the stock about a single jaws block The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsment from a glock I'm gain nigga go head

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