Jim Jones – Jamaican Joint lyrics

Killa.. Jones, Jones, Let's, Go are [Cam'Ron]

Clowns
don't come around pound, pounds I pump in town Do
like House of Pain Kriss, Kross jump, around Jumpin'
down stuntin, style over, those I polly Then
merk-o from squalie ducati, and Roberto Cavali mami We
feelin' them scoobies you, stealin' them gucci's booby Get
it right it's, Emilio Pucci hoochie, (hoochie) Write
for sci-fi i'll, be pipin' five pies the, cat went like the nine lives Ten
halves five, pies ten, cars five, drives ten, bars fi-fi, That's
fifty-five thou sha-na-na, bye, bye My
fittings touched tailored joined, by Chuck Taylors On
the yacht with glocks we, sum thug sailors You
drinkin' old gold rockin, that old gold We
in rose gold at, the Rose Bowl Send
you a bowl of roses we, dun sold souls Slow
toes I'm, so cold my, dough folds Killa
[Chorus!

Jim: Jones] So
get your parachute and, row your boat n anusSignal
your plane yes, we get on them planes and fly high We
fly high like, bo Bo! Bo! Now!
your row your boat n anusand, get your parachute Signal
your plane yes, we get on them planes and fly high Bo
Bo! And! fly high like Bo Bo! [Jim]!

So
on this road to success I, grew up in the boat o'y'all Gettin
closed by the jets I
learned my code from the set I, took my oath to the death I
risked the quarter to bing I, bet this forty a ring Cams
from the 40th wing the, westside of harlem And
rat roach infested them, black po's in vests's They
stack most impressive ride, through Tana's town That's
where them grams be found breeze, through the broadway side And
where they always reside and, so much raw yay You,
know all them boys be outside With
them sirens and guns all, the noise be outside And,
yes we scour the slums You
know our toys be outside co-co, boy to ride Five-hundred,
thou on the block The
ones when we ride on the block pumpin, them bow's for the rocks Look
I came up from that cookin', that came from crack New
boys shinin' man New, York's ryder man look, how I got'em Damn [Chorus!

Jim: Jones] So
get your parachute and, row your boat n anusSignal
your plane yes, we get on them planes and fly high We
fly high like, bo Bo! Bo! Now!
your row your boat n anusand, get your parachute Signal
your plane yes, we get on them planes and fly high Bo
Bo! And! fly high like Bo Bo! [Juelz!

Santana] I'm
a boy, shotta born, poppa y'all, liars y'all, notta I
squeeze more fire call, coppers squalie, Hear!
that pumper, squeeze yeah, that pumper, be Shoved
in your mouth for talkin' all the f k-a-ree**We
move with the tune boy we, shoot'em and move boy Yes
you could say we are the Rudest of rude boys Move
that do, that juke, that girl who, dat who dat who dat girl I
wanna meet her I, wanna see her I, wanna skeet skeet I
wanna juice that girl Grippin
good pimpin, good livin', good s, titis good test, me lets, see I
wish a n anuswould (aye) Y'all
kids is a waste when, I spark clips is a waste When
alcoholics spit in your face quick, get a tatse N
anusI ride high drive, high fly, high sky, high high, high I'm high So
high so, fly float, by oh, why oh, my and, I don't know why Whoaa
[Chorus...

Jim: Jones] So
get your parachute and, row your boat n anusSignal
your plane yes, we get on them planes and fly high We
fly high like, bo Bo! Bo! Now!
your row your boat n anusand, get your parachute Signal
your plane yes, we get on them planes and fly high Bo
Bo! And! fly high like Bo Bo!