to the throne too So one day, to avoid his fate He danced his way right out the castle gates Never to be seen again (Thanks to Hollow Jones for these
the breeze When I heard a strange voice coming straight from the sea It was the voice of the Captain calling for me (Thanks to Hollow Jones for these
hum, a ditty ditty ditty dum She may be pretty With hair full of curls But don't let her fool you She's a tricky gypsy girl (Thanks to Hollow Jones
up on the mic representing where we from Put your set up in the air, don't be scared get yo gun Got a clip of hollow tips whenever we ride around But
Yo punk, what's up fool? Lil' Dawg [LIL' HAWK] Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on You call it Thunderbird I call that shit Jim Jones I
'm talking about Back up in this fucking shit now We gonna do shit ya'll niggaz never heard of Fuck is goin on in this motherfuckin bitch c'mon [Jim Jones
sure to follow Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto I know you over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow [Verse 8: Chamillionaire
P is here to spark it"] [El-P] Alright bring that down though One two.. When I walk I stomp out messages MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics
pop, You National Geographic niggas is known for flippin This animal wildlife surround me I live in, and flow through the jungle At night on Expedition, I got a jones
Its scram jones nigga yea, a-mafia nigga 40th boys its dipset purple city, duke the god ayo yall know how the fuck we do this shit (chorus x2) ayo now
(feat. 40-Cal, A-mafia) Its Scram Jones Nigga Yea, A-Mafia Nigga 40th Boys Its Dipset Purple City, Duke The God Ayo Yall Know How The Fuck We Do
And they ain't got no problem spraying your ass, like disinfectant So if I feel disrespected, I promise you family Your body gon' be hollow tip infested
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
killin give me 5 years nigga I'm bringin Compton millions [Chorus:] Well I come from Murderville where them gangsta's and hustlers live little kids out on the block hollow
Bill burst into flames Psychological spit it like a person deranged [Necro] I'm one of Brooklyn's best sickos, I'm not egotistical Just statin' facts hollow
(Harvy Schmidt/Tom Jones) Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so, mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass
type that have to shed blood Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped I'm still wit my hood, Hollow
