Jim Jones - Everybody Jones lyrics
rate meCatch me in Soho getting stupid flies
Or catch me uptown getting super fly, can hold me?
Or catch me just riding my Coupe's fly
The beast, train setter, never been better,
Yeah I love my bags but the bet better
Going after u niggers is a vendetta
She saw the car when your girl start getting wetter
And she was hot but I didn't sweat her
Cause I'm way too cool you can't get a sweater
I'm in the club with the 2000 …
And they say birds of a feather flock together
...So you and you get in drop together
It was cool outside not the hottest weather
But a nigger still started jumping on them heifers
And we pull into the Tele knockin Salt'n'Pepa
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to part
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to part
Everybody Jones, everybody Jones
Everybody Jones, everybody Jones
Like oh my God, you guys isn't that like Jim Jones
He's just totally amazing, do you know that he did that song
I mean, what it's called, popping Germaine?
I got more kicks that Jack Chan
And the face of my watch look like black sand
And I used to sell smack like a back hand
And I see through you niggers like a catscan
And fuckers getting fats like a lap dance
They say I'm a rock star like the gap …
It's new whips when I pull into the night club
I got them Jordan number 6 out of flight club
Sway still in seats all piped up, and we ain't leave the club until the lights out
One more bottle
Everyday I stay splashy like it's Easter
That's why they say I'm some like a fashion Easter
Wow some, bow some, pass the reefer
I turn the shit black and yellow, I ain't knock Khalifa
I'm so fly, tell me where I'm landing
I hope of some hot nigger where we tanning
Funky fresh … impress ready to part
Funky fresh … impress ready to part
Funky fresh … impress ready to part
Everybody Jones, everybody Jones
How many pairs of Louis Vittons do I have to have before Jim Jones is gonna fucking talk to me
I like I wanna give him his own hash tag or something
Like Jim Jones problems.
They say diamonds are a girls best friend
Well, I don't want the girl I got the best friend
She all around my neck I'm talkin precious gems
I call my body ... an arari they call it west gems
Breath like carbon monoxide
I was speedin in the car gettin lop-side
I told her come take a walk on the darkside
I'm from New York, where the motherfuckin darks fly
My niggas tell them bitches all the cars fly
In black and white stones like a parkside
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Thanks to Andrei
Thanks to Fish for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to CJ for correcting these lyrics