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Killa... Jones, Jones, Let's, Go [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 fitted's 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]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]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 Hear that pumper, squeeze yeah, that pumper, be Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the f k-a-ree**We move with the toon 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 how, I drive how, I fly high, sky ha, ha ha I'm hot So high so, fly float, by oh, why oh, my and, I don't know why Whoaa [Chorus... Jim]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!
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