spear Mr Jones is filled with fear Mr Jones cries out with joy When he sees the rubber toy Twists his ass with horny pride The dildo runs on dynamite But mrs Jones she
me wet (x2) Suck me hard and suck me long, Baby's gonna make me come Make me scream and make me shout, Let your tongue go in and out On the table, on
make me wet Suck me loud and suck me long, baby's gonna make me come Make me scream and make me shout, let your tongue go in and out On the table
You didn't have to go tell everybody, now! Ken Starr's on my case and ... bringin' up all that Linda Tripp and Paula Jones and ... Jennifer Flowers stuff
got much It's a beautiful thang that you cannot touch And you want what she got but she ain't got much And to do or die, you never heard of such Well,
Before I knew it she took her heart from me Why did she do it? She was afraid from a love past She was scared that she was falling too fast She was an
My baby?s over me Verse 1: (MR. JONES) I learned my lesson but it was far too late She decided she had no more time to wait She was patient and sure
This party is on fire Pre-chorus Chorus (2x) Bridge Rap: (MR. JONES) It?s my party and I'll cry if I want to cause this lil cutie got a onion booty and
Verse 1: (MR. JONES) Oh do you see what I see Shorty looking pretty right in them tight jeans She got some things on her that I need She?s about a dollar
, ain?t no holiday I got the gift, can?t nobody take my gift away I got the gift, also known as the present, past and the future I got the gift, and I
I smoke on that ass LIKE WHO? Inspectah Deck Check my status, as the baddest, Mr. Clutch Too much, whenever we touch so roll the dutch and do yo' thang [Chorus: w/ variations] [ad libs and
M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn
rollin twentys and they wanna check your ride Pull you over for the doja that they think you got inside Man I'm flipping and dipping and see these white
island of ice No contact with sheist bubblin with mr. midnight And talkin in jive floatations With cases Of slick and shovelin herb hip tone From black belt jones
throat and Told her it was a taste test and Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath I mean they fucked her and stuck her I said man fuck
the cream I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano Got the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama Just a steppin