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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

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

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

baby you want me to cross the border? well come on baby (Boobonic) They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones and aye, the AK tear bones, Homes seldomely ever talk

back here for Yeah, ya doin' time Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya heard me Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend Head counts to Mr

, then you on blast Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us Mr. Governor, I swear there

Uh, uh yeah, we back in the fucking building Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana Freaky, came in second half Shit man, only thing we really wanna

hi Ma will pinch me on the cheek like I'm mom's apple pie Dad says 'i'm pleased to meet you, I'm mr. jones' 'you the most decent chap janine's brought

and shit talker Got a love for dynamite like Jim Walker Jim bean, and have your missin like Jim Hoffer Caughin, ill be slittin your trought for thinkin of talking