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Jim Jones
Jim Jones


Background information
Birth name Joseph Guillermo Jones II
Born July 15, 1976
Born place New York City, New York, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Asylum Records
E1 Music
Associated acts Juelz Santana
Rick Ross
Ace Hood
Cam'ron
Lil' Wayne
Ron Browz
Sheek Louch
Website Website



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Jim Jones Album


Capo (04/05/2011)
04/05/2011
1.
Intro (feat. Sen City & Chink Santana)
2.
Deep Blue (feat. Chink Santana)
3.
Carton of Milk (feat. Game & Sen City)
4.
The Paper (feat. Chink Santana)
5.
Heart Attack (feat. Sen City)
6.
Everybody Jones (feat. Aaron LaCrate)
7.
Drops Is Out (feat. Raekwon, Mel Matrix, & Sen City)
8.
Let Me Fly (feat. Rell)
9.
Getting to the Money (feat. Cam’ron & Lady H)
10.
Take a Bow (feat. Lloyd Banks, Prodigy, & Sen City)
11.
Perfect Day (feat. Chink Santana & LOGiC)
12.
Changing the Locks (feat. Ashanti)
13.
God Bless the Child (feat. Wyclef Jean)
14.
Itza
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Intro

[No lyrics]

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Deep Blue

[No lyrics]

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Carton of Milk

[No lyrics]

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The Paper

[No lyrics]

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I trwat her body like the fast life
and ima need my heart back
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
and you can have her if your cash right
she party all over in the night in town
I think I seen her last night
in my Ferrari strolling with the windows down
treat her body like the fast life
Until she told me slow it down, but im just trynna speed it up
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up

And ima need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack (x2)
And ima need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack (x2)
And all of that

Now tell me have you seen her
My lil ballerina a freak just like Athena
With a body like a Trina, she a fucking head turner
A thorough bread earner
I told her let me hit it like Ike & Tina Turner
And She only rock pumps and I ain't talking bout shotties
Blood up on her shoes like she caught a fucking body
She a bad bitch, couple thousand a bag bitch
Love them fast whips, told her name it I crashed it

And ima need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack (x2)
And ima need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack (x2)
And all of that

I think I seen her on my last flight
Going to another party out of town
I met her in my past life
Jodeci I'm feeling when she not around
I hit her body like a crack pipe I think my high is coming down
But I'm just tryna speed it up
I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up

( Sen city)

I seent her on 34th
I was riding by in the Porche
I woulda gave her a compliment
But I'm tied up on the phone shorty arguing
Okay.. Okay I cheat, i cheat but she good
She ain't ever ever gotta walk a block in the hood
She just throw it in the bag with her little pretty ass
Red wine in a glass end the night of with a gasp


And ima need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack (x2)
And ima need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack (x2)
And all of that

. . .

Everybody Jones

[No lyrics]

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Drops Is Out

[No lyrics]

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Let Me Fly

[No lyrics]

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Getting to the Money

[No lyrics]

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Take a Bow

[No lyrics]

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And I've been running in the streets all day
And I've been looking at the stars all night
It got me thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And I've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy and her hair all did
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day

We could be anywhere in the World
But we right here
We gon' be right here
For this perfect day
Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day

My perfect day
No work today
Got me thinking 'bout the breeze when the sun get hot
On a water surface play
Nah no turf today
Told my man throw his work away
I got a fool proof plan
Make a couple of mil
And I think it's gonna work today ay

And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And i've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy and her hair all did
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day

We could be anywhere in the world
But we right here
We gon' be right here
For this perfect day
Got me thinking 'bout a perfect day

No gunshots no caskets
No sirens flashing
No V's no police
No handcuffs no rips no lashes
We drunk no crashes
Twist it up no passes
No sticks no skins
No seeds we blowing the finest grasses

And i've been running in the streets all day
And i've been looking at the stars all night
It got me thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking about a perfect day
And I could tell you something we both know
We can hustle but the streets get cold
And i've been thinking how can I get away
It got me thinking 'bout a perfect day
She got the babysitter watching the kids
She gettin' sexy and her hair all did
She gonna party all her troubles away
She must be thinking 'bout a perfect day

. . .


Verse 1 Jim Jones:
And i know our reltionship i neglekted
So im hopin this apology you'll accept it
And i know up in ya mind you feel disrepekted
Just think about the time that you invested
But somewhere along the line we got diskonnekted
And you tell me i was wrong so i stand korrekted
You aint up here in the mall girl i kant accept it
And so a woman skorned is wat this man was left wit
I got her feelin like no otha option
Back against the wall love got ha boxed in
Fightin wit a hard love got ha boxin
And all those bruises on ha soul like she was fightin Hopkins

Chorus Ashanti:
See i dont want to love you anymore
And i dont want to touch you anymore
Im changin all tha locks thats on this door
So gone so goooone
I used to give you every piece of me
Until you fucked around and lost that key
I used to really love you now i think nothin of you
You aint gotta kum back no more kuz im goone

Verse 2 Ashanit:
see i was wit you
i split it wit you
i lived it wit you
did it even when i didnt wanna do it just to let you know i was different from the rest put an "s'' on my chest
to relieve all your stress when i gave you my best
you betrayed what was left
and i didnt understand now im leaving
im so gone movin on
and i aint gotta take ya shit no more

Chorus
Said i dont wanna love you
And i dont wanna touch you
Nope i dont think nothin of you
Aye ayyyyyeeee aye
Said i dont wanna love
And i dont wanna touch you
Nope i dont think nothin of you
Yeah ayyyyeeee wooooaaaahhhh
mmmm mmmmmmmmm nooooooo *fades out*

. . .

God Bless the Child

[No lyrics]

. . .

Itza

[No lyrics]

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