Jim Jones - Everybody Jones lyrics

rate me

Catch 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