Letras:
Jones Peter

Wit' fly bitches, Makin' ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh) Ain't Bob Barker But I'm caught up in this game Mo' like...Peter Parker. P-I-M-P, take the P's

Killah, Dip Set, Jim Jones, Santana Lil weezy in the house tonight Cash money, bitch, it ain't changed since eighty-eight, nope Get on the corner and

dice on the street Now come on [Chorus 4X: Jim Jones] Do doves fly, when thugs cry? Here's a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life [Jim Jones

, and it's 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

know you The more I got to show you Cos' you ain't seen the best of me yet (x2) You ever seen it wait till I reveal this Intimate side love-jones can

does his thang Paralize you with the venom from the Method Man's fang! This is the final battle as the stratosphere gets darker We got Nasir Jones versus Peter

himself for a moment, father riley, who became buddy jones, steps into view in his new identity: father riley b. jones, prison chaplain, who, in a rather

willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Arthur barrow (bass, vocals) Ed mann (percussion) Vinnie colaiuta (drums) Eventually father riley b. jones

might more fully enjoy the ambiance of miami by night... Buddy jones: Where ya from? Mary: Ah, the bus... Buddy jones: Which one? Mary: You know